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At LNGU, a pajama party basically means a pillow fight. 😅
And Lucy does not mess around when pillows and battles are involved, especially when the prize is deciding who has to change the other one's diaper.
Poor Chris... he never stood a chance. 😂🍼💥
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Apparently princesses aren't allowed to talk back anymore or they get the royal cane🙄🙄🙄
My pants ripped 🫣
Princess couldn't even act right on vacation. Instead of going out and having fun, they were stuck inside while Princess got punished. Turns out Princess was still having fun though.
Playpen Punishment
The nursery was quiet except for the soft crinkle of your diaper as you shifted in the playpen. The bars were tall, the padding beneath you plush, but none of it mattered. You were mad. Mommy had put you here for talking back, again, and no amount of pouting or kicking your feet was going to change that. The thick, baby-blue diaper between your legs felt like a betrayal, a reminder of how small she could make you feel when she wanted to.
You sighed, your pacifier bobbing as you sucked on it absently. The blanket beneath you was soft, but it did nothing to ease the frustration bubbling inside you. Without thinking, your hand drifted down, fingers pressing against the padded front of your diaper. The pressure was instant, a spark of something warm and forbidden. You bit down on your pacifier, your hips lifting just a little, seeking more.
That’s when you heard it, the soft creak of the rocking chair.
Mommy had been watching.
Her voice was sweet, almost musical, but there was a edge to it that made your stomach twist. "Aww, is my baby boy bored?" She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, her chin propped up in her hands. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, but her smile was knowing. Too knowing.
You froze, your hand still pressed against your diaper. You knew you weren’t supposed to touch yourself. Good boys didn’t do that. But the way she was looking at you, like she already knew exactly what you’d been doing, made your face burn.
Before you could pull your hand away, hers was there, slipping between the bars of the playpen. Her fingers curled around your wrist, not to stop you, but to guide you. "Boys don’t get to touch themselves," she murmured, her voice low and firm. "Only Mommy can touch you."
Your breath hitched. You should’ve been embarrassed. You were embarrassed. But the way her fingers replaced yours, pressing into the thick padding of your diaper, made it impossible to care. Her touch was deliberate, her palm cupping you through the layers of plastic and fluff. You whimpered, your hips jerking upward instinctively, seeking more pressure.
Mommy’s laugh was soft, almost a purr. "That’s it, baby. Let Mommy take care of you." Her fingers worked in slow, deliberate circles, her thumb pressing just there, right where you needed it most. The diaper crinkled loudly with every movement, the sound filling the quiet nursery. You could feel yourself getting harder, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable.
Your pacifier slipped from your lips as you panted, your free hand clutching at the blanket beneath you. "Mmm, someone’s very excited," Mommy teased, her voice dripping with amusement. She didn’t let up, her fingers never stilling, never giving you a moment to catch your breath. The pleasure was overwhelming, a hot, heavy weight in your groin that made your toes curl.
You tried to speak, to beg, but all that came out was a muffled, desperate sound. Your hips bucked against her hand, your body moving on its own, chasing the release that felt just out of reach. The diaper was warm now, damp from earlier, but the heat between your legs was something else entirely.
Mommy leaned closer, her breath warm against your cheek. "You gonna make a mess for Mommy, baby?" Her voice was a whisper, but it might as well have been a command. The way she said it, like she already knew the answer, sent a shiver down your spine.
And then, just like that, you were there.
Your body tensed, your back arching off the blanket as the pleasure crashed over you. A choked cry tore from your throat, the sound muffled by the pacifier you’d barely managed to shove back into your mouth. Your hips jerked, once, twice, your entire body shuddering as you spilled into your diaper. The warmth spread quickly, the padding soaking up every last bit of your release. But Mommy wasn’t done. Her fingers kept moving, kept pressing, and the pleasure didn’t stop. Your body clenched, and with a gasp, you realized…
You were going number two, too.
The heat in your belly twisted, and before you could stop it, your diaper gave a loud, wet squelch. The smell hit you immediately, thick, musky, stinky. Your face burned with humiliation, but Mommy just giggled, her fingers finally stilling.
"Looks like someone made a big mess," she cooed, her voice laced with delight. She didn’t move to clean you up. Didn’t even reach for the wipes. Instead, she simply stood, her hands on her hips as she admired her handiwork.
You lay there, panting, your diaper sagging with the weight of your mess. The warmth was unbearable, the stickiness clinging to your skin. You wanted to squirm away, to hide, but there was nowhere to go. The playpen bars were still between you and freedom.
Mommy’s smile was wicked as she reached down and scooped you up, cradling you against her chest. You were heavy in her arms, your diaper a warm, squishy burden between you. "Such a messy boy," she murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "But you’re my messy boy."
She carried you to the crib, the one with the tall, unyielding bars, and laid you down gently. The mattress was cool beneath you, a stark contrast to the heat of your diaper. You whimpered, your fingers twisting in the sheets, but Mommy just shook her head.
"No, no, baby. You made this mess. You can stay in it a little while." She tapped your nose playfully, her eyes twinkling. "Besides, it’s almost naptime. And good boys nap in their sticky diapers, don’t they?"
You wanted to argue. Wanted to beg her to change you, to clean you up, to anything but leave you like this. But the look in her eyes brooked no argument. And deep down, beneath the embarrassment, beneath the discomfort, there was something else, a warm, fuzzy feeling, like the first sip of hot cocoa on a cold day.
Mommy tucked a blanket around you, her touch lingering on your shoulder. "Sleep well, baby," she said, her voice soft. "Mommy will check on you later."
And then she was gone, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your very full diaper.
Think I love my sleep suit a bit too much
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.
mmm
You sat and coloured idly in your baby bondage gear:
🔒 Mittens
🔒 Baby Booties
🔒 Harness
🔒 Diaper Cover
🔒 Pacifier Gag
All secured with magnetic locks.
The grownups talked:
"Do they need to be locked up like that"
"Not really, they just like it, Don't you baby ...?"
You nodded.
"Do you want to be let out?"
You shook your head. "See, they just like it better this way"
Of course, it was true. You wouldn't take your diapers off or talk, or walk, even if you could. You even picked all the gear out for them to put on you. But you kept asking them to secure you in all your locks anyways... just for fun.
*cough* we had more kinky fun, this time trying out the gas mask on me!!
I'm loving being submissive with Riley, he's clever and inventive!!
The stickies were insane!! Now I'm recovering!!
Diapered puppy with nowhere to run
It’s going to be a long evening for this table
Gut Verpackt die Kleine! 🥰
Well packaged, the little one!🥰
"Sis? Is that a soda? You know Papa doesn't want us drinking those!"
A prick of anxiety feels your chest as Mandy, the 24-year-old woman Papa recently 'adopted,' pops the tab on the can in her hand.
You huff and pout, furious that this woman would so blatantly break your caregiver's rules just because he wasn't home.
"How's he going to find out, baby sib?" Mandy chirps, walking over and pressing a sneakered foot between your legs.
You whimper as she presses the sole of her shoe into the padding of your pull-up, wordlessly reminding you of your status in relation to you
She leaves her foot in place, pinning you to the ground, as she bends down to address you even more closely.
"Whose going to tell him? You?"
You shiver at her words, immediately shaking your head back and forth, not wanting to upset the woman hovering above you.
The smirk that crosses her face just before she takes a sip from her illicit can let's you know that she's satisfied with your submission.
Unfortunately, the sound of the front door opening breaks her revelry.
In a moment, she's bending down, pulling open the front of your bottoms, and pouring her soda into your once dry pull-up.
She tosses her can to the side before she darts towards the entry way, where you know Papa is taking off his shoes.
Before you have time to figure out what is going on, you hear Mandy chirp in the lilting, childish tone she only uses with your communal caregiver, "Paaaapa! Thank goodness you're home! The baby tried to sneak a soda and made a BIG mess!"
Your heart sinks all the way to the now wet and sticky padding squishing between your legs as you suddenly realize just how thoroughly you've been played.
This is how objects are fed and watered. No luxury, no human food - just a bowl of water and some kibble. The kibble contains everything it needs to stay alive and healthy - it doesn’t need any more than that.
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I can't get enough of the intimacy that comes with pegging my lil' man.
Lately, our position of choice has been cowgirl. I'll be on my back n' he'll be on top. I'll get my strap on and lay down and he'll stand by the side of our bed, "Mommy," he'll whine, "it's gonna be intense..." I'll giggle and pat his leg, "It is! This is the only thing your lil' baby brain can handle though. Real big boy sex is too intense for you, babydoll. C'mon, hop up."
He'll silently shift from foot to foot n' then get to lubing up the strap and his bottom. He always looks especially pitiful when he's the excited kinda nervous - like he can't work quick enough but the anticipation of "pain" is making his brain work slower. I dunno. It's cutie.
He'll finally climb onto the bed and swing his leg over so that he's straddling me. He'll take a deep breath and I'll rub his leg and after a few short moments, he'll lower himself onto my strap. It's beautiful the way he'll scrunch his face up, the way he'll gasp out tiny little moans and "mommy"s.
Once he's finally settled and his bottom is full, I'll start working on his little baby part. It's remarkable how quickly he gets there n' I fucking love it because the sooner he gets there, the longer I'm able to keep him there.
His brain turns off and he is instantly putty.
I'll take him in my hands, using one to hold his little thingy still and the other to rub soft and fast over his leaky n' so very achy tip. The overstimulation.
"You like it when mommy fucks you like a little girl, hm?" "You get so close to the edge so fast, little boy! I knew it...you can't handle any of this." "Baby, look! You leaked all over me! Maybe I should only touch you over your diaper from now on...we can't have you making anymore messes!" The humiliation.
He'll lean back on my legs, his patience wearing thin after 20 minutes of non-stop edging. He'll put his hands on my neck and start to apply pressure. I can feel his lil' baby part twitch in my hands before my grip loosens and my eyes flutter shut. He'll help me come back with a few gentle pats to the face and a mischievous little grin, "Where'd you go, baby? I'm right here." The frustration.
He'll take my face and hold it in his hands as he grinds back n' forth on my strap, his eyes fixed on mine. "I love you so much," He'll whisper, peppering my face with gentle kisses before he finds my mouth, kissing me deep...sloppy...possessive. "I love you, mommy." The intimacy.
There is truly nothing like it.
Once he's finally earned getting to make stickies, I'll take my hands off of him for about 15 seconds so he can calm down and get away from the edge. Then once we're both ready, I'll start again. It doesn't take him long to get back to where I'd kept him for the previous 30 to 45 minutes, but this time he's finally allowed to let go...and that he does :) Sometimes we'll get two orgasms outta him! How exciting!
Anyways, tl;dr - I love my @bugstersbabyboy and I love doing things to his cutie little bottom :)
Literally the best feeling in the world. I love you mommy!!!
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