“I felt bad for laughing at him and that’s not normally something I do, but he was being so fricken cute. There he was in the middle of explaining to me that he’s done wearing diapers and how he’s totally ready for big boy boxers. As he’s saying all this, suddenly I hear a loud squirting noise which drew my attention to his diaper which quickly became visibly wet. No more words were needed, he looked down at his drenched diaper, turned around and quietly retreated to the bathroom so he could change into a fresh diaper. Poor guy, I felt bad for him. I love him to death though and could care less that he has accidents. Diapers are a part of his life and I don’t want bits and pieces of him, I want the whole thing”
The last few weeks had been pure, unexpected bliss.
A few months ago, you finally managed to admit your ABDL kinks to your wife.
It did not go well.
“So let me get this straight. You, ostensibly an adult man, want to not only wear diapers, but have me treat you like a baby? And you’re serious?”
Needless to say, you did not bring it up again.
After a few awkward weeks, however, it seemed to be forgotten, and your relationship seemed to get back to normal. Both of you pretended that the conversation never happened.
Which is why you were so surprised the night you got home from work and found her waiting along with cases of diapers, onesies, and more accessories than you could have ever imagined.
“Awwww, are you surprised to see all this, baby? Good! At first I thought it was just so…pathetic. But I’ve done a lot of research and think this is perfect for us!”
You couldn’t believe your ears.
It didn’t take long to see just how thorough her research must have been. She hadn’t just bought every ABDL item she could find—she had fully immersed herself in the kink.
“I need you to understand one thing, baby. If this is what you want, then you will fully commit. This won’t be something that happens when it suits you. It’s all or nothing.”
She continued, “You will be diapered 24/7. No exceptions. At home you will have no more rights than a baby. You can wear big boy clothes in public over your diaper, but I will check and change your diaper when I see fit. Got it?”
How could you say no?
She was a natural. A perfect mix of loving Mommy and firm domme. Caring and attentive, yet unrelenting and uncompromising. She was unambiguously in control.
And it was better than any fantasy you ever imagined.
Which brings us to today.
Mommy just fed you your lunch: a large bowl of oatmeal with sliced strawberries and bananas, followed by two jars of pureed prunes.
As usual, you were doing your post-lunch tummy time on your oversized Winnie the Pooh blanket in nothing but your Rugrats t-shirt and comically soggy Little Kings diaper.
Of course, Mommy knew you were due for a change. She wasn’t blind. But she knew her little one was extremely regular—especially after eating those prunes.
She’d change you once you made your afternoon poopoo.
The first wave of cramps hit seconds before the doorbell rang.
You looked up in panic; you’d be immediately obvious to anyone at the door.
Yet Mommy completely ignored your terrified squeals from behind your paci, heading straight for the door.
You watched in horror as the door opened. It seemed to happen in slow motion, slowly and inevitably.
“Hey girls! Come on in!”
Nothing could have prepared you for this.
Standing in the doorway were Mommy’s two best friends, Lauren and Mary, smiling from ear to ear.
Looking right at you.
Utterly exposed.
You instinctively try to cover your diaper in an admittedly adorable, yet wholly futile attempt to preserve your dignity.
As if that was even possible.
Your bulging, yellow diaper was merely one aspect of the humiliating, infantile menagerie before them.
“Oh! My! Gosh! Fiona! He’s adorable!” Lauren squealed in delight, walking straight toward you, “He’s even cuter than you described! And that diapie? Ahhh, I can’t!”
They knew about this?
Mary followed right behind Lauren. “Like…he even actually looks like a baby! Just…bigger.”
The three women surround you, looking down at the red-faced baby too stunned to speak.
You can’t believe Mommy told them!
“Told you you’d love him!” Mommy says with pride, “He just belongs in babyhood!”
Mary laughs. “I know Lauren thinks so. Remember that fight before your wedding?”
“Can you believe I actually argued this sweet little boy was a man?” Mommy says quickly, noticing Lauren’s hesitation, “But you were right all along!”
“Well, I still shouldn’t have said all those things at the Bach party. It was way out of line.”
Mommy waves a hand dismissively. “You were just being a good friend. I wasn’t ready to hear it, yet. Good friends tell hard truths.”
Your eyes go wide in fear as a strong wave of cramps hits you. A tiny whimper escapes your mouth.
You look at the women, praying they’re too distracted to have heard you.
“What’s wrong little guy?” Mary asks softly, kneeling down, “What are you whimpering about, hmm?”
Mommy flashes a knowing, devious grin.
“Ut oh! Does Mommy’s little baby have an icky tummy? Is someone gonna make poopoo in his diapie for us?”
“Ahhh! He even makes the same poopy face as actual babies!” Lauren squeals, tickling your tummy, “Go on, baby. You don’t have to be embarrassed! Babies like you go poopie in their pampers!”
Your face burns in embarrassment. Or maybe from the effort of holding it.
All you know is you cannot mess your diaper like this in front of them. It’s bad enough being seen like this—but you won’t give them the satisfaction of pooping your diaper.
“Poor baby, trying to hold it,” Mary coos, “Just let go for us. We know you’re just a baby. Don’t pretend to be a big boy. It’s okay! Just push all your ickies into your diaper, and it will all be over.”
“I think it’s cute,” Lauren giggles, “Does he actually think if he holds it, we won’t see him as a baby? Well, kiddo, about that…nobody will ever see you as an adult ever again. Besides, we’re going to be here all night babysitting you. We’ll see your stinky tushie sooner or later!”
They’re babysitting you tonight?
Lauren sees the look of confusion on your face. “Oh, does he not know we're babysitting him, Fiona?”
The thought distracts you from your cramps, forcing out a loud, bubbly toot followed by a small amount of mess.
“Good job, baby!” Mary says encouragingly, “You can do it!”
Mommy just smiles.
“Why would I tell a baby my plans? What Mommy does in her free time is of no concern for him, is it baby? All he needs to worry about is when he’ll be changed.”
Mommy is planning on going somewhere?
Another grumbly toot trumpets into your diaper. You grunt as you push warm mush into your diaper.
Despite the overwhelming humiliation of losing the battle in front of Mommy’s friends, you’re more concerned about Mommy leaving you.
“I think the baby is finally making pushies!” Mary shouts, “Is that bulge in your diapie poopie, baby? Yes it is! Yes it is!”
Lauren slides your pacifier into your mouth between grunts. “Here, sweetie. Suckle on your paci while you go poopoo.”
Mommy stands up. “Do you two mind watching him for a bit while I shower? He’ll probably be going for a while. Prunes go straight through him.”
“Not at all, Fiona! You’ve been excited for this date since you put him back in diapers!”
No. No. No! Mommy is going on a date?
You look at Mommy, who doesn’t have even the slightest trace of shame. If anything, she looks more radiant than usual.
“Thanks, girls. I’ll show you how to change him when I get back.”
Your attempt to get up and follow her are foiled by another large cramp. Instead of following your wife, you push another round of mush into your diaper.
“Oh, honey!” Mary coos, rubbing your hair and rattling a toy for you, “Mommy will be back in a bit, I promise. Are you almost done pushing?”
You hate the way Mary talks to you.
She knows why you’re upset—you’re not an actual baby!
Your wife and her friends are casually talking about her going on a date with someone named Mark, but Mary has the audacity to make it seem like it’s because you’re an infant with separation anxiety?
“Sweetie pie, what did you expect?” Lauren chides, “I mean, look at you! You’re pooping your diaper during tummy time! Do you really think your Mommy—or any woman—would ever want to be with you after that?”
You want to argue but can't bring yourself to look her in the eye.
“Baby, you made your choice. This is what you wanted. You gave up your adulthood to be pampered by your Mommy. You’re a baby—not a husband. So guess what? Your Mommy has needs babies can’t satisfy.”
Tears well in your eyes.
“Aww, don’t cry, honey,” Mary says as she wipes the tears from your eyes. “Be nice to him, Lauren. He can’t help it! He’s just a baby!”
“I think you have a soft spot for the baby, Mary,” Lauren teases, “You just love helpless things.”
“Guilty. And what’s more helpless than a baby in a poopy diaper? Poor thing, you should never have been allowed to grow up, huh, kiddo? Don’t you fuss about Mommy. She loves you very, very much, okay?”
You look into Mary’s eyes. To your surprise, you don’t find a hint of mockery—only authentic concern and affection.
And for some reason, that makes everything worse.
Lauren may taunt and tease you, but at least she’s recognizing you’re an adult when she does. Unlike Mary.
Mary genuinely sees you as a baby; that much is clear.
You squirm at the realization. You passed the point of no return.
This isn’t a game anymore. It’s not a fun role play between you and your wife.
This is your life.
“You look stunning!” Lauren shouts when she sees Mommy come back into the room in a red dress you had never seen before.
Lauren wasn’t lying. If anything she was underselling how beautiful your wife looked.
She looked so good you forgot about your rapidly cooling messy diaper. You forgot her friends were here to babysit you.
Forgot she was your Mommy.
For the first time since her friends arrived, you found your voice. “Babe, you look amazing!”
“Awww, you’re so sweet, little one,” Mommy says before dramatically sniffing the air, “But Mommy is more concerned about your stinky bum. Babies get diaper changes, not dates, silly!”
“He definitely needs a changie! Such a stinky boy!” Mary adds unhelpfully.
The momentary bliss fades away as you remember you’re about to have your poopy diaper changed.
You stare longingly at your Mommy in her dress as she grabs your diaper bag.
“No, no, we got this, Fiona. That dress shouldn’t be anywhere near a poopy diaper,” Mary assures her.
“Are you sure?”
“Your baby is in good hands. You’re off the clock. Go have fun with Mark.”
You pretend you don’t see her wink.
“Ugh, thank you! You guys are the best!” she says before turning to you, “You behave for your babysitters, honey. I’ll see you in the morning. I love you, sweetie!”
She blows you a kiss as she walks out the door, leaving you with a poopy diaper in desperate need of a change.
“Alright, mister,” Mary says patting your diaper, “Let’s get you out of that icky diapie so we can play!”
The way Lauren laughs sends shivers down your spine.
“We’re going to have so much fun getting to know the real you, baby!”
Hello my little brats, princesses, betas, sissies and cheeky badgers, tell mommy and daddy what your diaper routine looks like at the moment and how happy it makes you. Have you already achieved your dreams and fantasies?
(Only for serious adults and (not or) people who have their kink and boundaries under control.)
Yo... the second one. The bum rub, from THE FRONT??? Love that.
Not usually one to get phased by this stuff but woooowww.... that one sent me.
Honest, that happened to me? I'd melt into a puddle.
When you’re done turning them into a pathetic little mess, when you’ve made them hump and cum in their little pampers while spewing the most degrading things, take them in your arms. Hold them in your lap, tap their mushy bottom and tell them what a good boy they are for ruining their diapers. ‘Shhh’ them and rock them and remind them that there’s nothing wrong with them. They’re not a freak, they’re just your freak, and everything will be okay, because Mommy’s here.
“Hi!! It’s nice to finally meet you in person! I’ve heard so much about you from Ashley! You’re so much cuter than I expected, it must make it so much harder being in diapers. If you weren’t, this could have been a very different kind of date!”
You feel yourself violently blush, unsure about she meant about the date. “Thank you, you’re very pretty too!”
“Aww, that’s sweet of you to say, cutie! Are you hungry because I’m starving!”
You meekly nod your head, confused why she keeps calling you “sweetie” and “cutie.”
“Great, grab my hand and we’ll get a table!”
You give her your hand, letting her lead you to the host stand. “Hi, table for two please.” You follow her to your table.
“Sweetie, you don’t need to be nervous! You have nothing to be scared of! Just be yourself!”
You aren’t even sure how to be “yourself.” Not in this situation, anyway. “I know, I’ll be fine after I get a beer in me,” you say.
“You really are a cutie, but I can’t let you have a beer on my watch! How about apple juice?”
“That’s fine, I guess,” you answer, confused why you weren’t allowed a beer but she ordered a Cosmopolitan.
“So, Ashley says you’re not very experienced with girls because of your diapers. But don’t worry, sweeetie, that’s not a problem at all for me.”
“Yeah,” you mumble.
“Well, who cares! This isn’t that kind of date anyway! I’m not looking for a boyfriend, I’m looking for someone like you.”
“W-what do you mean?” you blurt out.
“Ohhh honey. You thought this was an actual date? No, I thought you knew! Like I said, I’m not looking for a boyfriend, I’m looking for a different kind of relationship!”
“What kind of relationship?”
“I want a cute boy to love, nurture, and care for. Someone who’s sweet and innocent. Someone who doesn’t mind that I check and change his diaper. Someone who listens to me and loves me. I want to be your Mommy.”
“My m-mommy? I don’t understand?”
“Well, think about it sweetie. You’re not going to find a woman who sees you like a real man. One who can satisfy their sexual and emotional needs. You’re in diapers, you know you can never be that person, right?”
You feel your heart beating faster. This wasn’t what you expected.
“Awww, sweetie, I don’t want you to feel bad! I’m not insulting you! I’m just saying you need a different kind of relationship. You need someone like me to help you through life. We’ll be together, but it will just be a little different than a normal relationship.”
“What kind of different?”
“Well, obviously, we won’t have a sexual relationship, for one. Mommy’s can’t sleep with their babies. But we will still have so many intimate, loving moments together. Like when I blow raspberries on your tummy during diaper changes. Or when I tuck you into bed for naps and bedtime. And so many more!”
“I don’t know, it seems a little weird…”
“It might now, but what other choice do you have? Are you going to be by yourself all your life, sitting alone in wet diapers wishing you could be with a woman? Well now you will never have to! You’ll be with me! I’ll love you more than you could ever imagine. You’ll make me the happiest girl in the whole world!”
“I guess that does sound better,” you concede.
“See! No more being alone ever again. You’ll always have me or one of my cute friends there with you to help you. You’ll never have to worry about your diaper again! Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“Yes…”
“And you’ll won’t have to feel bad about never having sex again! Nobody will judge you for it, they’ll love you even more because of it. You’ll be the sweet, innocent boy everyone loves. Doesn’t that sound better than looking at porn all alone every night wondering why you never have sex?”
“Yes…”
“And how much better will it be to know that you’ll always have me to love you? I’ll never abandon you. I’ll never leave you alone again. You’ll know you’ll always have someone that love you! Does that sound good?”
“Yes…”
“So you’ll do it? You’ll be my baby boy, for now and forever?”
“….yes.”
“Yes, what, baby?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Oh baby, I’m so excited!” she says, grinning from ear to ear, a tear in her eye, “I promise I already love you!”
As you eat, you feel the gravity of your new life. But, as she looks at you, you smile. You made the right choice. You’d rather her be your Mommy than spend any more nights alone.
Come on baby, no one is even here. Take your pants off and show me that cute little pamper.
Wouldn’t it feel soooo good to just be a good boy for Mommy? If showing your diaper is embarrassing, just wait till you need to be changed and your little peepee is exposed.
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