He Thinks He Needs Me….but I Need Him So Much More.

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Tummy Time 😇

As the crinkling and moaning continues I hear you let out a frustrated sigh. Chuckling softly I place my book down, stand from my spot and kneel down next to you.

Patting your diapered bottom I ask you, “Awwww what’s wrong baby?”

You turn your head and I laugh as you pout around your paci.

“Does someone need a little help?”

You shake your head up and down quickly.

Helping you kneel I hold you around your waist pressing against your back and diapered bottom. Leaning over I grab a pillow off the sofa and toss it down gently then toss your special humpy pillow on top of it. Still holding your waist I move forward with you, knee walking together.

Nipping your neck playfully I help lower your hips to the pillows, with them being up a little higher you can hump better. Keeping close to you I slip my hands on your hips and move my hips with yours. Continuing to guide you as you hump your pillow. Your whimpers and moans continue louder this time.

Whispering in your ear telling you “what a good baby you are for mommy. That a good baby gets to make cummies in their diapers for mommy.”Smiling as your moaning gets louder and more erratic

Pressing my hips forward rubbing against your diapered bottom as we hump together feeling how thick your diaper is. Smiling as I listen to you start to grunt and make long awaited cummies in your diaper.

You lay down on your tummy on top of your pillow panting and I slowly move from behind you. Rolling you over carefully onto your blankey I hand you your stuffie. You play with your stuffie as I rub your legs to take the ache away.

Looking up I see you watching me. The angle we are at you can see down my shirt and you start to make grabby hands. I kiss each of your hands and help you up so we can snuggle on the sofa as you rest after such a work out.

I lay down and you lay on top of me. Resting your head on my chest, your hand slipping up to cup my breast. Kissing the top of your head I turn the tv on and put a Disney movie on for you. Rubbing your back and patting your diapered bottom.

You close your eyes as you rub your face in my chest. I hear and feel the tell tale signs of you wetting your diaper. Your diaper getting warm against me but not getting me wet. Kissing the top of your head again I tell you how proud of you I am while you hide your face in my chest and settle in for your nap.

I can tell he's stressed—he's been quiet this morning. I can feel the tension in his body… it's a big day.

"Lie down for me."

"No, I don't have time."

"LIE DOWN."

Mummy's having to use her firm voice today.

"I don't want to wear a nappy today! I'm t—"

The last bit of that sentence leaves his body silently as I gently—but firmly—shove him backwards onto the bed. He lands with a soft thud, and his towel falls open.

"Mummy, please!!—" I can hear the panic in his voice. "I can't wear a nappy today, it's an important day with the presenta—"

"NO TALKIES."

I push his dummy in and hold it in place. He reluctantly starts to suckle… he's going to resist me today.

I wrap his towel around my hands and take extra care to dry all the contact points between his legs and bottom.

Using my forearm as a horizontal lever, I force his knees up to his chin and slide a big, fresh nappy under his bum. He's a strong boy and pushes against me, but he's not as strong as Mummy.

He hasn't got a chance.

"Keep that wriggly botty still!"

I press his hips down onto the soft padding.

"There really is no point in fighting this, poppet. It's happening, whether you like it or not."

Using my knees I pin his thighs to the bed.

I squeeze the nappy ointment onto my forefingers and warm it in my hands before slowly massaging it into his delicate parts, paying special attention to his beautiful little butt crease and hole.

I watch him melt before my eyes, the resisting eases.

There he is.

Mummy's magic hands...

I pull up the front of the diaper and bring the tabs round to stick in place.

I hook my finger into the leg cuff and trace around his thigh; first the left, then the right- making sure all the ruffles on the edge are untucked. We don't want any leaks now do we?

I hear a huge sigh of submission leave his cute little nose.

"Now. You're all ready for your big important presentation..."

Dreaming of his sweet face between my thighs looking up at me with eyes eager to please.

"Have you had any water this morning?"

I ask the question softly, but my eyes lock onto his. I don’t look away. I watch him.

There it is—the flicker of guilt, the way his gaze flinches just slightly before that little crease forms between his brows.

He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to.

"Say it," I murmur.

"I… forgot," he admits, voice low. Shameful.

I take a step closer. "No. You ignored it. There’s a difference."

He opens his mouth—probably to argue—but I raise a brow. One slow lift, paired with unbroken eye contact, and he shuts it again.

"Water." I say, the word sharp as a command.

He grumbles something under his breath as he turns toward the sink, but he goes. I don’t even have to repeat myself.

He fills a glass and starts to drink.

"That’s one," I say smoothly. "Pour another. That attitude earned you extra."

He pauses mid-sip. "But Mummy I don't like water and I have lots of meetings this afternoon and I’ll have to pee..."

I walk up behind him, close enough that he can feel me behind him. My voice brushes his ear.

"And whose fault is that?" I ask, soft but firm. "Do you think being careless with your body doesn’t come with consequences? Remember how important your kidneys are."

He swallows. I don’t even have to see his face to know he’s blushing.

He starts pouring the second glass and turns around to look at me making my way over to the rug.

I point to the floor and he knows it's his cue to come and lay for changies.

"Can I just use the big boy toilet today?"

I remain silent as I kneel down and pull over his changing bag, open it and start to pull out what I need.

"This is non-negotiable, and I don’t want to hear another word about—"

I stop mid-sentence as I turn and see him.

He’s standing there, arms crossed, a little spark of defiance in his eyes—testing me.

I let the silence stretch.

I lock eyes with him.

"Come. Here. Now."

He doesn’t move. Stubborn boy...

"I'm not asking again."

His arms drop. His shoulders dip.

"Please, no diapees today...these meetings are important..."

His voice wavers—but it’s enough. I know what’s coming.

"But Mummmmy I don't wanna..."

Here he is.

My little whiney boy.

I say nothing. Just lift one eyebrow and point to the floor in front of me. One sharp, deliberate gesture.

His eyes widen, just for a second. A soft sigh leaves him, full of resistance he doesn’t have the strength to act on.

He drags his feet, slow and sulky, but I don’t move. I watch him.

Each reluctant step is a little surrender. A quiet admission.

When he finally reaches me and sinks to the floor, I let the silence hang.

"Look sweetie..."

I pull his dummy out of the bag and push it between his lips,

"...stop being such a fussy boy. You have said yourself that this afternoon is going to be busy, if you don't have to leave your computer to do pee pees it will be easier. Have we already forgotten our little accident the other day? 'Little Mr Leaky Pants"

I gently *boop* his nose with my index finger then yank down his trousers and 'big boy' pants.

"Bum up for Mummy"

He does as he is told and presses his hips into the air as I slide a fresh nappy under his butt and he starts to lower them...

"Nah uh, Keep them up now for Mummy."

His tear filled eyes watch as I reach into the bag and pull out a second diapee and position it on top of the first.

Some inaudible muffled words attempt to navigate his dummy but it's pointless, I can't understand him. Silly baby...

"Shhhh. No talkies. Two nappies for my fussy boy" I say as I open his legs and push his knees up to his chin... "Hold them up for Mummy"

Taking my time, I gently swirl cream around his cute little hole with my finger, smooth some talc in my favourite creases and carefully tape up both nappies.

One on top of the other.

I direct him as he reluctantly places a foot, one-by-one into the legs of his trousers and shuffle them up to his hips. It's a tight squeeze over all that padding.

"There. Now you're ready for your big boy meetings."

I reach out with both hands and I pull him to a seated position so his face meets mine.

He doesn’t resist. Just lets me guide him, pouting the whole way.

That little frowny forehead of his—creased in the middle like he’s trying to stay mad, trying to hold onto some tiny shred of pride.

I let my thumb brush over the wrinkle.

"Such a face," I murmur, as I lift his chin up with my hand, more amused than anything.

"You pout like you’re not the one who put yourself here..."

I'd press you against the mirror, hips flush against your ass, my hand tangled in your hair as I make you watch every inch sink into you. “See how good you take me?” I whisper against your ear. “That’s my perfect fucking toy.”

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You never managed to get a lot of sleep. Each night it was the same routine.

She’d lay you down on the bed, slowly pulling down the zip of his pants and slipping them down your legs, revealing the chastity cage which always made her giggle. Next she’d undo the buttons of your shirt one by one until you lay there naked.

A crisp fresh diaper was then pulled out of the cupboard, and you knew the routine. You’d lift up your bum slightly so she could slip it under him and tape it round his waist. Hiding the straining chastity cage under a layer of thick padding.

Every night you’d wonder how you’d ever managed to get yourself in this situation as she pulled out a onesie to slip over your head, doing up the straps before giving the front of your diaper a rub.

“Straining hard tonight aren’t we!” she laughed, “how long has it been since you were let out?”

She’d switch off the lights and climb into bed alongside you, looking completely gorgeous as always.

“You can hump me for a bit if you want, but only a couple of minutes… I’ll be texting a real man who’ll know how to fuck me properly”. She kissed you gently on the forehead.

“Goodnight”

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daydreaming about watching a pretty boy masturbate.

The moaning, the shaking, the facial expressions.

"Come on, cutie. One more time for me?" And again. And again.

I love making craters 🌕 In my soggy diapers 🥵