Aw, come on now. You can do it, just like this... Yeah, are you ready to become a drooly-mouthed, big O'l baby, for Mommy? It sure seems like you're losing those adult inhibitions. Where's Mommy's big baby, hmm?
Maybe another baba will do the trick, yeah? That's it! All gone... You feeling warm and fuzzy now, baby?
Mm-hmm, yeah. Of course, it's necessary, baby. Remember, we need to practice safely, so you'll still need to wear protection when you're with Mommy in her big girl bed. Yeah, sort of...like when you were a big boy, we still don't want any "accidents," one big baby is enough for me. But we also don't want little puddles or stains to clean up either now, do we? Yeah, so now it's time to get you padded up, safe and secure. Just look how cute these ones are!
Ahh, open up now, sweetie. That's right, no more fussy adult brain. Bye-byes! There we go. That'll help get that tongue warmed up and working, Mommy has plans for that cute little mouth of yours later...
What's da matter, Babycakes? Aww, you want to play with Mommy? Sure, we can still "play" together. No, no, for now we'll just occupy those little grabby hands with your blockies...I think this is more your speed now.
Your pacifier soon pulsed with a gentle, familiar rhythm, a tiny metronome marking the surrender of your will. A delicate sheen of drool now coated your chin as you melted deeper into the role she had so carefully crafted for you. Lost in a warm haze, the weight of self-consciousness slipped away like a chimed note of a nursery rhyme playing in the background. You almost missed the subtle stillness that fell over her, a brief pause in her gaze over you.
Her eyes drifted down to where you lay, with the brightly colored baby block of playful teasing, still held in her fingers. She gave you the look. You knew that look, the silent language you'd both had cultivated over the years. And then, the telltale sign – the delicate press of her teeth against her lower lip. Oh God, that lip bite! Seeing her face build with desire sent a shiver of anticipation, both exciting and familiar, that ran right through you into your awaiting diaper.
Seeing you this way, utterly pliant and vulnerable, ignited a spark within her, a Pavlovian response honed by years of whispered desires. You looked so helpless, and Mommy was getting aroused! The memory of your shared intimacies, moments when she had once treated you with a generous, but now forbidden, adult intimacy, tugged at the back of your mind. But you knew better than to linger on such thoughts. Your dynamic had shifted, solidified. She was the only confident, sophisticated adult in the room now.
She adored you like this, stripped of any agency, a simple toy with which she could play out her desires. You could only lie there, a helpless offering, every soft squirm a silent plea for her touch. Over the years, the thrill of complete control had blossomed within her, eclipsing any lingering trace of doubt. She no longer felt any guilt or obligation, as she no longer considered you as an equal sexual partner. And she'd come to prefer how your moans were replaced with pathetic whimpers, so there was simply no need to entertain any explicit satisfaction for your urges; you were just lucky to be there, but most importantly, you were there for her pleasure.
Now that look on her face was unmistakable. You knew what was coming. You were about to become her cherished plaything once more. And in the quiet intimacy of that moment, Mommy's playtime was about to begin.
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