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Hello!
my favorite animal are octopodes (the proper plural for octopus because it has a greek root). Feel free to caption/ re use my pictures but just please tell me so I can see what you posted!
Btw for my stuff that I post/write I tag it with the tag below vvv (squiddlesays is for stuff I add to but didn’t originate) and Candi, sweet tooth, Candy are for a friend
putting a pacifier in your boyfriends mouth when he starts arguing with you just so you can say “i’m sorry honey, mommy can’t understand you”.
🥵 hottest thing I’ve heard all month!
A Mother’s Love
Chapter 6
“So…I, uh, got a new job.”
Adam sat in silence, his eyes down at his plate. His knuckles were sore from the mower deck.
Do ya feel better after that little tantrum?
He didn’t. He had his hand wrapped in a washcloth after cleaning it for a second time and had to eat with his left hand because it hurt too much to hold a fork. Thankfully, a Stouffer’s lasagna didn’t require much from him other than to be vented and forgotten in the oven for a while.
“Well, a second job. I start it tomorrow. It’s at a senior citizen's place. The money is good. Better than what I make now and the hours are consistent. With any luck, I’ll be out of your hair sooner.”
The silence was deafening and the space between them gigantic. He didn’t know what to say. He had agreed to let her stay there but that was it. Conversation wasn’t part of the deal.
How broken you have become, huh? Can’t even talk to a girl? Pathetic. Truly pathetic.
His fingers tightened into a fist and pain radiated throughout his hand. He winced and relaxed. It didn’t do much but it helped to quiet the voice.
His plate was empty and after a few more bites, so was hers. She stood and took her plate to the sink, pausing long enough to reach for his. He tensed as she reached in front of him. She was close enough that he could smell her cotton candy lotion. It brought back memories. Painful ones.
Aww, does someone miss me? Or do you miss grovelling at my feet hoping that I’d give you what you want?
You’re not even pathetic anymore.
You’re less than pathetic.
You are nothing.
He stood up sharply and went to leave the room but something caught his arm. He instinctively ripped his arm away and a soft whimper made him stop in his tracks. He looked back to see her grimacing in pain as she ripped the rest of her fake nail off her finger. Her hazel eyes radiated anger but when she blinked and exhaled, the anger was gone.
He froze as she reached for him again. Fear and rejection. Pain and suffering. Emotions swelled inside him. Poisonous. Corrosive. Memories of guilt and shame flooded his mind. Faceless women taunting and mocking him. Tearing him down, bit by bit. Laughing at the very sight of him. Helpless. Vulnerable. Scared. Disgrac-
Silence. Peace and silence. Her soft touch on his trembling forearm brought soothing peace and silence to his mind. His heart was quelled. His anger, a defensive shield used to protect his inner self, faded. A sigh escaped his lips and his shoulders slumped. His mind went blank and his body relaxed.
“I just wanted to look at your hand. Can you sit for me?”
He sat. She unwrapped his hand and looked over the torn skin on his knuckles. She didn’t have any medical training but she did know some basic first aid. The skin was torn open across the knuckles of his index and middle fingers. It wasn’t deep enough for stitches, but just rinsing it in water wasn’t going to help it heal any faster. She got a bowl of warm water, some hydrogen peroxide, Q-tips, and bandages from her bathroom. He stayed in one spot and watched her. While he left his right hand limp, he repeatedly tensed his left arm at her touch as if he was preparing to lash out at the slightest provocation.
“I wanted to thank you,” she said, “for cutting my grass. You didn’t have to but I appreciate it.” She used the peroxide and Q-tips to disinfect the wound before lightly washing it away with clean water and a cloth. “This isn’t as bad as it looks. Still needs to be kept clean but I don’t think you need stitches. I’ll bandage it for you.”
“Not necessary.”
“It is if you don’t want an infection.”
“Not the first time. Won’t be the last.” He flexed his fingers. The exposed new skin was sore but life didn’t wait for him to feel better.
“Something wrong with taking care of yourself?”
“Only live once.”
“Does quality of life not matter?”
Adam abruptly stood up and muttered, “Not to me.” He retreated to his room, shutting his bedroom door with an undeserved slam. He stood in the darkness and clenched his jaw hard enough to grind his teeth.
What? No lust for life? Wonder why that is? Oh yeah, because you have no life!
A furious desperation swelled in his chest. A mixture of anger, pain, and rejection ate at him like a cancer, tearing him apart bit by bit. Depression washed over him and he lay in his bed, isolated and forgotten.
She hadn’t been wrong. He spent the majority of his work day with her words lingering in his mind. His morning had been fantastic. Really it began with the night before. She’d put him in a diaper and since he hadn’t used it before his bath, she helped him back into it when she put him to bed. Then she’d come to his room and cuddled with him while topless and convinced him to wet himself.
He wondered when the whole thing would fall apart, but the thought of her having one waiting for him when he got home was too enticing to wave away as words spoken in the moment. His ten hour day went by far faster than he anticipated and as he left the shop, he couldn’t help feeling a twinge of anticipation.
That anticipation twisted into uncertainty by the time he pulled into his driveway. He chastised himself for getting even the slightest bit hopeful.
You don’t deserve it. You never did. You’ll never amount to anything. You’ll never be anything.
He walked in the door with his eyes down. There was no point in having expectations. It was just another day in his nothingburger life. He set his lunchbox down and took off his baseball cap. He hung it on the coat rack before turning and hanging his keys on the opposite wall. He stepped out of his shoes and put them on the rack.
There was a strange, delectable smell in the air and it took him a moment to realize that she was cooking. She’d been doing more around the house while he was gone. Her new job was consistent enough that she wasn’t dead ass tired at random times.
He carried his lunchbox into the kitchen and was stopped suddenly when she appeared in front of him with his pacifier in her hand.
“Open.”
His heart thudded in his chest. She took the lunchbox from his hand and pressed the rubber nipple to his lips. It slid into his mouth as his mind struggled to understand what was happening. And then he saw it. Behind her, on the counter, was a diaper. It was still neatly folded but just sitting out in the open. She clipped the pacifier to his shirt before looking down.
“That won’t do. That won’t do at all.” She reached down and undid his belt and his pants. She shimmied them a little before they fell slowly down his legs. “Let’s get you changed.”
She took his hand and led him around the counter separating the kitchen from the dining room. She grabbed the diaper on her way and led him straight into the spare bedroom. He walked in short steps as his pants bunched up around his ankles.
She knelt on the floor and motioned for him to lie down. He complied, keeping his knees bent and his feet flat on the floor.. His mind was completely blank. He lay there suckling softly on his binky as she lifted each leg and pulled off his pants and socks. His boxers were next, tossed on the pile of dirty clothes.
“Were you thinking about this all day long?” She asked, holding up the diaper. He nodded momentarily before turning his head slightly in shame. He watched her as she unfolded it and attempted to stretch it out.
“Do you think about these often?”
He was lost in the moment and vulnerable. Exposed as he was, his normal walls and bravado were suppressed and he would do anything to make sure that she moved on to the next step.
Adam nodded.
“I thought so. How often?” she paused between questions. “Monthly?”
He could feel her eyes on him as she waited for a response.
“Weekly?”
He felt like her eyes bored through him, reading him like an open child’s book.
“Daily?”
His deepest secret lay as he did, easily manipulated in her hands. She slid the diaper between his legs and his hips lifted up instinctively. He lowered himself upon it, grateful that he could have that moment one last time.
“All the time?”
His face flushed with shame and disgrace. There he was, a grown man, openly admitting yet again his deep seated desires. He covered his face with his hands and let the pacifier fall from his lips. His legs fell lips and slowly slid to the floor. He hadn’t cried since his dad passed away and he wasn’t about to now. He’d been down this road more than once. It was here where everything would take its inevitable turn for the worse. She was not long for his company, not once she knew the truth. They never were.
You just can’t help yourself can you? What’s the definition of insanity again?
He jumped as a damp, wet wipe brushed against his skin. She wiped a day’s worth of adulthood off him in slow, purposeful motions, refreshing his skin. Then came the powder, sprinkled lightly into the seat of the diaper and across his skin.
“Oops! You dropped this.” He felt her reach across him and picked up his pacifier. The clip on his shirt prevented it from hitting the floor, so it stayed clean. The corner of his eyes grew damp with tears but his conditioning prevented them from falling. Boys shouldn’t cry and men don’t feel. No one cared about how a man felt. He was expected to carry that burden alone and in absolute silence. Emotion was weakness and weakness was unforgivable.
The rubber nipple rubbed against his lips and with gentle assertion, she pressed it back into his mouth. He felt her hands slowly run down his chest, across his hips, and he felt her soft skin slide between his legs followed by the crinkle of the diaper as she pulled it up between his legs. Its soft embrace hugged his body as she secured the tapes one at a time. It was a snug fit but as she pressed the last tape down, she ran her fingers inside the leg holes to make sure the leak guards were properly placed.
“That’s better, isn’t it?”
He barely nodded but it was indeed so much better than wearing boring adult clothes.
“Now that that’s taken care of, I need to check on dinner. When you’re ready, come out and tell me about your day.”
The mere thought of having an adult conversation with her while wearing a diaper short circuited his brain. His mind wasn’t able to handle more than what had just happened, much less his existence afterward. He uncovered his eyes as she spun around and left the room. He squeezed his thighs together and sighed in contentment at the reassuring crinkling sound of compressed bulk between his legs. The moment was perfect. She was perfect and he felt a growing sense of appreciation and gratitude for her.
He couldn’t shake the lingering sense of repulsion and disgust that he expected her to have. After all, everyone else he had opened up to had eventually had the same reaction.
Freak. Sicko. Pervert. Creep. Pedo!
He lay there and stared at the ceiling before turning his head to the side as his eyes began to burn anew.
Disgrace
The box was on the floor in the closet. From what he had kept track of and his emotion laden memories, he was nearing the end of the diapers he had. Shame and guilt had made him purge all of his stash but one already opened package in a vicious cycle of purging and collecting that had doomed him since the very beginning.
This time will be no different. You don’t change. You don’t learn. She’ll never accept you!
He was stuck. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t help his all or nothing nature. He couldn’t live with it being drip fed at someone else’s convenience. It was too torturous. Time and time again he endured all he could.
But you’ll take it like you always have. Because deep down, you know the pain is all you deserve!
Who else loves a good set-up-to-fail situation? Between the mitts and the safety doorknob cover, they never had a chance.
Did this on a day where I wanted to draw but was stuck closely supervising a situation all fuckin day. So I did this intermittently and managed to end with a lil colored sketch
@thatgalgrace so.... this would make it impossible for you huh?
:3
“Can I have this, please?” he asks, standing in my doorway and holding out his phone.
“Is that a PJ set?”
“Yeah, um, I think it’s for big boys though.”
“Are you sure? It looks like it has little trains on it.”
“I know, but it says Men’s, look.” He points at the screen. “Can I have it?”
“Can you help me clean up around the house today? We can order it tonight when you’re all done.”
He’s having a new phase where he keeps talking about wanting more big clothes in his wardrobe. No more onesies, or at least no more new onesies. I’m kind of worried someone has been teasing him.
“Okay, we can order it later today.” I set down his plate of pancakes. He comes over and sits down at the table, kind of making a face when he settles into his chair.
“You don’t have a messy pull-up, do you?”
“No!!”
“Okay, just checking. You sat down kind of weird and you haven’t been making it every time lately, have you?”
“No, I’ve been doing pretty good…”
I pull my phone out of my pocket and set it in the table, opening the calendar app. “Let’s see…you had a messy accident three days last week…and the week before you had two in one day…Last month you only had a couple, and only one in your training pants. But you haven’t gotten to wear training pants at all this week, have you?”
“No, um, I guess I didn’t…” He looks down at his food.
“It’s okay! Don’t get discouraged. If you keep your pull-up clean today maybe we can try tomorrow.”
“Okay…”
I go back to eating. When I look up again, he looks worried, picking at his lip.
“Eat your food, baby.” I reach out and cut off a piece of his pancake with the side of my fork.
“I don’t need you to feed me…I’m too big for that.”
“Buddy. What’s up with all of this ‘big’ stuff lately?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t want to be a baby anymore. It’s embarrassing.”
I decide I’m not going to dance around it. “Did something happen at Davie’s sleepover?”
He hesitates, stirring the berries on his plate through the puddle of maple syrup.
“Nobody was making fun of you, right? I can talk to Davie’s mommy if…”
“Umm…I had an accident in my pull-up. At Davie’s house.”
“Uh-huh? What happened?”
“I went poop when Davie’s mom was reading us a story. I didn’t really mean to but I felt really sleepy and I didn’t think about it and just started pushing…” He wipes his eye with the palm of his hand.
“You pooped in your pull-up?”
“Umm…yeah. And Davie’s mom had to help me change. I thought I could do it by myself if I walked to the bathroom really fast and nobody would notice. But I was taking a really long time because, um, I started crying and I didn’t want anybody to see.”
“Aww, buddy. How come you were crying?”
“Because I missed you and I wanted you to help me but you weren’t there. So Davie’s mom came to the bathroom and she had to change me lying down. And she had me wear one of David’s diapers.”
“Ohh. But you weren’t wearing a diaper when I picked you up.”
“No, because it was really wet when we woke up and I had to get changed again. And everybody saw how saggy my pants were and Davie was saying how I was a baby…”
“Baby, think about that. You had to borrow one of Davie’s diapers. That means he still needs to wear them too sometimes. I don’t think you need to take it seriously if he calls you a baby.”
He wipes his eyes again, digging his palms into them. “Oh, I’m sorry. It’s okay if it still made you really upset. Aww, buddy.” I stand up and walk over to his side of the table. He reaches out and hugs my middle, pressing his face into my shirt.
“Here, stand up.”
“My pull-up isn’t clean,” he says. “I didn’t mess it but it’s really super wet. I went pee when I was playing.”
“Okay, let’s go change that. Stand up. Oh, I should have put a pad under you.” His pants are all wet in the crotch.
“I’m sorry! I thought I just needed to leak a little bit but I didn’t know I was going to pee all the way!”
“Where are you supposed to go if you need to leak? Even a little?” I put one hand on his back and help him walk to the bedroom.
“In the toilet,” he says, wiping his nose on his sleeve.
“Don’t do that; it’s gross. We’ll get some tissues in the bedroom.”
He presses balled-up tissues into his eyes while I undo his fly and pull his pants down. The pull-up is soaked and sagging.
“You’re not a baby. It’s okay.”
“But I have to wear pull-ups or diapers and I always wet the bed and I…”
“That happens to lots of grown-ups. Let me wipe you down. There. All set. We can get another pull-up on you.”
“Don’t bother,” he sobs. “Obviously I can’t do it. I keep making them messy and…”
“Shhh, shh. If you just need a diaper for today we can do that. Will that make you feel safer?”
He nods, sniffing, and I gently pull him down onto the floor. “Let’s get your changing mat.”
He lies back once I have it under him and he obediently lifts up his hips to help me get the diaper under him.
“You all good? Tapes feel good?”
He nods. “Let’s go finish eating and then we can have nap time. Okay?”
He holds my hand as we leave the room.
When we’re done eating we get into bed. The warm sun from the window is falling across our faces. I spoon him and he takes out his phone again, looking at the PJs again.
“What’s that other tab you have open?”
He switches to it and I see an adult pacifier.
“Do you want that, too?”
“No, not really…”
“How come it’s open on your phone, then?”
“I don’t know…”
“It just showed up on its own? The tab opened and Google searched for that all by itself?”
“No, um, I guess I kinda wanted it.”
“Were you looking at anything else?”
“There’s another PJ set on that site but it’s a lot more…um…” He pulls it up. These ones have shorts and they’re patterned with animals. “I think it’s a lot more for babies.”
“That one’s a little bit cheaper. If we get that and the pacifier it’s around the same price as the train PJs. What do you think?”
“Um…”
“Which one do you want more?”
He hesitates and I give him a squeeze.
“I want the animals one more,” he says quietly.
“Okay, you can have that one. You’ve been super good lately.”
“Even though I keep getting messy?”
“Even though you keep getting messy.”
“Would you be mad if um…if I got messy during nap time?”
“No, buddy. You have a diaper on. That’s an acceptable time to go poop. We don’t need to take the diaper off and try to retape it.”
“And I can still have training pants tomorrow?”
“I didn’t say that. If you go in your diaper, you’re getting another diaper tomorrow. That’s your choice.”
“Oh, okay.” He closes the browser on his phone and sets it down on the table before he cuddles in closer.
“What do you think?”
He finds my hand under the covers and squeezes it. “I really want to go in my pants. But you’re going to tell Davie I’m not a baby, right?”
“I’m going to tell him it’s not nice to make fun of you.”
He squirms.
“I know that’s not the answer you’re looking for. But I know you kind of like it when I call you a baby.”
“I’m gonna just go,” he says. I feel his back arch a little bit and then he makes a little grunting sound.
“You are so cute,” I say, smoothing his hair. “Close your eyes. I know you’re getting sleepy.” He’s definitely getting used to going when he’s tired in bed. That might be why he had the accident at Davie’s. But I know he really likes going during nap time when I’m holding him. He was half asleep in the car when he had the training pants accident.
I can feel the back of his diaper growing. He whines. “You’re good, bud. You’re almost done. Just relax, okay? I’m going to make sure everything turns out alright.”
He nods and I kiss his head. “It’s okay that you need to be a baby sometimes.”
Day in the life of a freeuse baby
Light creeps in through the blinds as nursery music softly plays, Daddy walks in and gently wakes you up good morning baby girl! You let out a muffled moan around your gag. Daddy starts undoing the restraints holding you to the bed,he pinches your nipple to hear you squeek. You sit up Daddy says ready for a fun filled day of breeding and other "fun stuff"? You moan around your gag again, and daddy takes it out. Your going to need your mouth for other activities today, you rub your jaw and look up at daddy quizically. Daddy lifts you out of your crib. First some breakfast he carries you to the high chair and starts feeding you oatmeal with raisins, getting it all over the tray and your face.
As you finish breakfast daddy kisses the top of your head, and gently wipes your mouth. He lifts you out. On your knees little girl he pulls his pants down, and at first gently starts using your mouth and pinching your nipples. As daddy continues he gets rougher and faster, your having trouble breathing. As he pumps you start trying to pull away, Daddy holds you tight to him and shudders as he cums. Daddy releases your head, good girl baby your a good girl and he pats your cheek.
Daddy helps you up off of your knees, He kisses you passionately. Daddy grabs your ass through your diaper, His kisses going lower and lower till he's kissing your neck. Daddy steps out of his pants, He takes your diaper off as he kisses you. he lifts you up, leaving the undergarments where they lay and carries you to the couch.
Once you are at the couch Daddy sits down and lowers you gently down onto his cock. You moan as it goes in he moans as well. let's watch some Ms Rachel baby he says, Daddy grabs the remote and puts on Ms Rachel. As you cockwarm him he gently thrusts, making you moan. In between the silly songs and preschool phonics, He tells you pay attention to your show baby.
As you desperately try to pay attention daddy starts thrusting faster, and a little harder your daddy's little cock holster aren't you? You moan and nod as Daddy thrusts into you. Good girl he says. Daddy starts full on fucking you. Ms Rachel still going quietly in the background, he has you almost screaming be careful little girl we don't want the neighbors worrying do we? Do you need your gag to keep you quiet? You shake your head no. Then stop screaming babyslut daddy shudders as he cums in you again.
Daddy stands you up off of him, stay here, little girl. He walks back to the nursery and grabs your changing pad, and brings it back. spreading it out on the couch. Daddy gently pushes you down on it. You start trying to lay on it, but Daddy sits you up, and Daddy gets down on his knees in front of you. He gently starts lapping at your pussy and sucking on your clit. as you moan daddy reaches up and gently starts pinching and twisting your nipples does that feel good little girl?
You scream as you cum. Daddy takes all your juices in his mouth. He doesn't stop he keeps sucking and lapping you moan about how your overstimulated. Daddy gently slaps your tit to stop you from whining. You keep moaning and screaming, Daddy pauses for a moment just to pick up your paci from the table. He puts it in your mouth to stop you. Daddy keeps sucking for a little while but then stops.
Daddy tells you to lay down and goes and gets a diaper and your favorite footed sleeper. He gently powders and lotions you, You moan as he touchs your overstimulated pussy. he closes up the diaper. He gets you into the sleeper, there you go baby you did so good for me Daddy pulls you into his lap, and kisses you deeply and passionately. and he gently grabs your neck as he kisses. your mine lil girl you belong to me.
Daddy starts gently rocking you as you sit on the couch. You did so good for me, baby. I'm so proud of you. I'm happy you chose me for your daddy.
Baby : “Daddy, can I go to the bathroom?
Daddy : 🤨...What for?
Baby : To go potty like big boys, it’s been sooooo long. Just once, pleaaaase!
Daddy : You know what? Why not after all? Let’s go to the bathroom!
Baby : 😮
…
Daddy : *pulls down pajamas pants and briefs* There, now you can pretend you’re going like a big boy.
Baby : Hmmm… that’s not what I meant daddy…
Daddy : You asked to go to the bathroom, you’re in the bathroom.
Baby : B-but…
Daddy : No buts baby. Now, fill up your Pamps and make me proud. There’s still time to avoid the spanking that’s awaiting you in a couple minutes. And next time you ask something like this to daddy, don’t be surprised if I bring you to a public restroom and pull down your pants in front of a urinal. We’ll see who wants to be a big boy then!”
Babies can't touch themselves.
Babies should only hump their pillows and their stuffies. (With mommy/daddy's premission ofc.)
The only hands that should be touching baby's baby parts are mommy/daddy's hands.
Babies only get to use big kid toys as a rewards.
Bratty babies should be edged by mommy/daddy until they are fully regressed, crying, and whining from how good it feels, and from how badly they want to cum.
Babies should always have patted mittens on their hands to stop them from touching without premission.. and preferably lockable mittens that mommy/daddy holds the key to.
Baby should be sat down on mommy/daddy's lap as they hold baby's hips and guide them to grind on their lap. <3
What if they don’t have a washer and dryer so he has to bring his pee pants to the laundromat. And she said out loud “don’t put your wet pants in with my load!! I don’t want those with my clothes”
your brain is enormous
imagine they have an accident at the laundromat but all their clothes are in a machine so they can't change until the dryer is done. and they have to add their wet pants to (yet another) load...
I keep picturing the sub starting to suck their thumb without thinking about it when something stressful like this happens
the best, cutest boys are pillow humpers. ♥ ♫♪
No privacy and no escape from being trapped in thick heavy pampers has me all fussy and squirming endlessly. 😵💫
“Ohh, I think the edible is making him sleepy,” said Marcia.
It was my second time hanging out with these girls and the routine was mostly the same: they jokingly asked if I wanted to hold their male roommate, Leon, on my lap and carried him over to me. The last time, it had seemed like some kind of silly joke or prank until they told me he needed to be changed into a diaper when he started getting sleepy.
This time, I had a suspicion that he was already wearing something bulkier than underwear under his shorts.
“Is the vitamin we gave you making you sleepy, buddy?” asked Kelly, reaching over and running her fingers through his hair.
Alondra stood up and left the room. When she came back, she was holding a pacifier. She offered it to Leon.
“Noo…not in front of her…” Leon rubbed his eyes.
“When he gets fussy like that it usually means it’s time to change him,” said Kelly matter-of-factly, setting down her phone and standing up.
She walked over and helped Alondra hoist Leon off my lap.
“I think he might already be…um…” I stopped, chewing on my lip. Was it weird for me to say that I could feel how warm and heavy his bottom was in my lap?
“Wet?” asked Marcia.
“Come here, Leon,” said Alondra. It was pretty clear that Alondra was the most protective of Leon. She talked to him in a softer voice than the other girls, and didn’t tease him or roll her eyes as often as they did.
Leon turned away from me a little bit as Alondra undid his pants.
“Oh wow,” said Kelly.
“You have an accident, bud?” asked Marcia. She turned to Kelly and mouthed, “did he leak?”
Kelly peeked over Leon’s shoulder and shook her head. “I don’t think so,” she mouthed back.
Marcia started to get to her feet. “Do you need me to get a diaper, Alondra?”
Last time I was over, I was surprised that they changed Leon right in front of me on the living room floor, as if it were no big deal.
“Yes, please,” said Alondra. “Thank you, Marcia. Can you get the changing mat, too?”
Kelly reached up and pushed down on Leon’s shoulder. I guess it was some kind of cue because he sat down on the floor, and Alondra offered him the pacifier again. He turned his face away from me, and when Alondra drew her hand away, the pacifier wasn’t in it anymore.
Marcia came back with the changing mat and supplies. She helped Alondra lay them out. Kelly came back over to the couch and sat down next to me. She turned the volume up on the soccer game we had been watching, but both of our eyes were on Leon.
He was trying to pull his shirt down but Alondra kept taking his hands away, and Marcia was saying, “Stop fussing!” He decided to cover his face instead.
The scene was interrupted by the doorbell. Kelly had ordered a pizza. She scrambled to her feet and grabbed her wallet off the coffee table.
Alondra helped Leon stand up, too, and took him to his room.
“The yellow PJ shorts are clean,” Marcia called after her. “We just washed a bunch of his stuff yesterday.”
She came over and sat on the floor next to the couch. “He goes through clothes really fast,” she said, “so we have to throw his stuff in with our laundry.”
“Oh, wow.”
“He’d probably hate that I told you that,” she said, laughing, and reached for the remote. “I’m tired of soccer. Let’s find a cartoon or or a nature show or something.”
Kelly came back with the pizza and Alondra and Leon came back. Leon was wearing an oversized tshirt and yellow shorts.
“You probably don’t want to hold him while he’s eating,” said Marcia. “He spills a lot.”
“No I don’t…” mumbled Leon.
“Come here,” said Marcia. “Sit next to Alondra.”
Alondra let him lean into her and ran her fingers through his hair.
Kelly had gone to the kitchen to get plates. I kept trying not to look at Leon and Alondra. Marcia didn’t seem to be paying attention anymore. She had found a channel she liked and was watching TV again.
Kelly came back from the kitchen with plates and napkins. She took one and tucked it into Leon’s collar and laid the other across his lap. “You’ve gotta take this out if you’re going to eat,” she said, popping the pacifier out of his mouth.
The pizza was good. We sat around talking for a while longer until Leon started to doze off, head on Alondra’s shoulder.
“Is it bedtime for somebody?” asked Marcia.
“I think so,” said Kelly, and Alondra stood up, helping Leon off the couch. She picked his pacifier up off the table and they left in the direction of his room.
“Do you want to sleep here?” asked Marcia, looking at me. “We have a guest room.”
I’d also taken an edible and I was still feeling the effects. “Yeah, that sounds good. I don’t really want to drive home right now.”
Kelly showed me the bathroom and gave me a spare toothbrush. I thanked her and Marcia for letting me stay over and started getting ready for bed.
On my way to the guest bedroom, I passed by Leon’s room. The door was ajar and I could see Alondra sitting up in his bed, reading a book aloud. Leon had one arm around her middle and the other hand pressing his pacifier against his mouth. Alondra made brief eye contact with me and shut the door with her foot.
Leon’s room and the guest room shared a wall. I could hear the soft, muffled sound of Alondra’s voice as I crawled between the sheets. It was soothing, and my body felt all heavy and calm from the edible.
Alondra stopped reading and I heard shuffling from the other room. Then Leon started to whine a little bit. I thought about covering my ears with the pillow, but I didn’t. I moved closer to the wall.
Now I could hear Alondra talking again. I couldn’t make out what she was saying, but I was pretty sure Leon was answering, “yes, Mommy.”
I felt my hips press hard against the mattress. I could feel a dream coming together in my head, mixing with the noise from the next room and the things I’d seen that evening.
what? are you gonna cum already? aw you can’t hold it, huh? did someone get a little too desperate and now all they can think about is being able to cum? aww aren’t you cute… hold it… i don’t care if you don’t think you can, hold. it.
this is me when i get my bathtime blueberries if i'm being quite honest
Mentioned to my mom I'm asexual a couple months ago and today.... we got into the car and she hit me with, "So you use they/them pronouns now?"
I went, "What. no. she/her."
"How does that work? With she/her/hers and they/them?"
I stared at her. "What are you talking about?"
"Well you came out as-" and I said, "I'm asexual."
She replied, "Like an amoeba, I know."
"Oh. My god. No. Mom. It doesn't- it's not the asexual you learned about in biology. I didn't come out as a single celled organism."
With heavy relief, she said "Oh, it has a different meaning?"
"Yes, mom."
listen up, sweetheart 😏
you’re going to use that diaper whether you like it or not 🫦😏
that’s right, all those stressful big kid goals and aspirations, that career “trajectory” you stay up all night worrying about, and those icky responsibilities like paying bills are all over the second you fill that diaper
checks my watch when i see your knees buckle as the pressure builds 😈
any last words before Miss E makes you into the sniveling wittle potty pants of your dreams baby?
feat: Riley Reid
Thoughts on “middles” who still wear pull ups / goodnites? Is it common?
super cute! I know it's not as popular as diapers, but Goodnites are my personal favorite. There's something adorable about pretending your partner is supposed to have outgrown diapers but they still might have accidents. Like they're not supposed to use it, it's just in case. So cute. Maybe they don't always wet the bed or they used to, but let's just not take a chance. Or making your partner wear one in the car because we don't want to stop for you to go potty all the time. And if they have to go during the trip? ''Just go in your pull-up, that's what it's for.'' So embarrassing. I also love the subtlety of it. ABDL diapers are great too, but there's something about how 'normalized' a pull-up can be, since they're discreet and can be worn in public more easily. Like telling your partner to go get a pull-up, or picking one out for them before going out as if it's the most normal thing and you're not even paying any mind to how embarrassing it could be for them because to you it's just 'more convenient' and you don't get why they make such a big deal out of it hehe And bringing a spare? Like you're expecting them to need it. Hits different
