A Good Mommy's Boy

I was washing some of my clothes, when babyboy came in. His diaper was clearly wet, he did the obvious "diaperwalk". ☺️

While i was washing one of my undies, babyboy looked at me with envy and said:

"Mooommy?!....um...i need to go pottys...But... but i can go to the big boys potty...i can do it! Please mommy, take my diaper off....pleeeease"

She looked him up and down, squished his soggy crotch and said:

"...doesn't look like you can make it to the potty in time, now do you?!" 😅

"I can mommy, i promise!"

"Yeah? Then why is your Pamper so squishy?"

He was nervous clearly and did the "potty dance", cause he had to go #2 so bad... 🤭

"...i really have to gooo mommy... pleeeease!"

"Well, thats ok babyboy, just let it go. Do what babys do. I will change you when i am done here"

"But....moooommy... I am a big boy, pleeease take this stupid diaper off and let me go to the bathroom like any other adult!"

"Huh? Stupid diaper? I told you a dozen times, NO SWEARING in my house!"

She was looking around searching for his binky...

"Come here, open your mouth!" She said in a decicive tone.

"By the way, you're nowhere near an adult! You're about to poop your Pampers, remember?!" 😈

She put his binky in his mouth and checked the back of his diaper by pulling the waistband...

*flapp*

"Nah, you're good baby, just do, what you got to do. And listen to me: NO more swearing, NO more complaints! I decide when or if it is time for you to wear big boys undies or not! And by now you clearly are not ready for big boys undies whatsoever!"

He was about to argue about that...

"Naaah, don't you dare taking your paci out!"

Kind of angry, he was turning around to search for a silent place, where he can make pushies in his diaper without beeing disturbed.... 😆

But mommy had other plans...

"Stop! Where do you wanna go, little stinker? Come back to mommy! As punishment for argueing with mommy, you'll poop your Pamper right in front of me."

"Noohooo....i don't want to..." he said.

"You don't want to, huh? Well, you just earned yourself 2 hours in your poopy Pampers then! Every discussion will earn you another hour in your poopy diaper! Don't you dare argueing with mommy again! That's what you get! Now show mommy how babys do their businesses! Right here!"

He seemed to be shocked about his punishment, trying to avoid eye contact with me while slowly squatting down... 😋

I continued making my laundry, enjoing that unique view 😂

"Turn around, baby" i said in a decicive tone.

"You're so mean Moooommmyyy..." he complained.

"Ah, and thats another hour in your squishy baby pants, Mister!"

He couldn't hold it back anymore... 🙈💩

Looking so cute with his pacifier, while making big pushies in his Pampers for mommy... 😂😋

"You know what? Since it is such a nice weather outside... Why don't we take a walk with your stroller, after i'm done here?!

I think he didn't even notice what i said while pooping his diaper...

When he was done, i again checked the back of his diaper.

I whispered in his ear: "Good boy! Well then, your four hour punishment begins now!"

He knew, that every moaning or argueing will result in another punishment, so he didnt even take his binky out...

I went into his room to get his stroller. While I was at it, I also packed a few diapers and his diaper-changing supplies. You never know...

"Come here Babybear, take a seat!"

I could tell by his looks, that he was not amused about having to sit in it with his diaper showing. But that's what you get when argueing with mommy... 😋

I fastened his stroller straps, placed the diaper bag in the bottom compartment, and off we went...

To not embaress him toooo much, i choose a route with not too many people around. But still, some were around...

Nevertheless, some people were looking at him in disbelief... Two women laughed as they came towards us and said:

"That's certainly the biggest baby i've ever seen. Hahaha, and look, he even has a diaper on! I really wonder why this is? Maybe he is disabled or something...?!

"Could well be... poor guy... Imagine not being able to go to the toilet on your own and always having to go in diapers at that age... Kinda humiliating..."

Do you think he actually uses them 24/7?

"Possibly, if he is incontinent or something..."

Quietly i answered to myself: "Of course, he has to..."😆

As they went by, they smiled at us... I didn't answer none of their questions at all, just smiling back.

I could hear one say "Did you see that, Felicy, his diaper was baby themed and clearly used...why would anyone do that?! He must be either disabled in some way or might like beeing babied..." The girls laughed

Again, i quietly replied to myself: "Yep, he is just a big baby..." 🤭

As we continued our walk, after some time i was checking his diaper again.

With my mommy voice i said: "Stand up little stinker, diapercheck"

He did as he was told. His Pampers was so full, that it could not handle another accident... Good thing mommy brought his diapers...

"Uh oh's, somebody needs changies!" 😋

He was looking at me in concern, he hates to get changed in public. But thats just what it is, when you're a baby and have soaked your diaper...

So i searched for a place to change him. After a while we entered a forest path, nothing but pure nature all around us. Well, almost...

"Oh look, there's a table, let's change your bum over there!"

Nervously he was looking around, searching for people... There was an older couple in the far, he was pointing at.

"But mommy, there's people, look!"

"Yeah?! Just take your binky and lay down, let mommy handle that"

"Nohooo mommy, pleeeease nooohoo!!!" He was so ashamed...

"Listen Babyboy, your diaper is soaked to the top! I don't mind if there are people, you need to get changed and that's what we'll do now!"

But since he had to still serve his Punishment, i pointed out:

"And don't you think your punishment is over - you still have over three hours left. I am afraid you'll have to serve it, when you make boomies in your Pamper again."

He was looking at me with his grumpy binky face, so cute, i just had to smile...☺️

"Nah nah, no half measures, baby, you will have to pay your punishment"

I couln't help but smile while unfolding a fresh diaper and pulling out some wipes. He was soooo messy... 🫣 No wonder, he had to sit in it for almost an hour...

When i wiped his bum, the older couple at the forrest path went by...

They looked at us in disbelief, most likely wondering what the f.... is happening here. 😂

Just a baby that gets his poopy Pampers changed, nothing too special. 🚼

I decided to put him in two diapers and added a stuffer on top, cause sometimes he just don't want to sit in his stroller anymore. With the thick padding between his legs i made sure, he can't walk normally and has to obey mommy. 😋

"All done, you're such a fresh baby now" i gave him a kiss on his belly and helped him to stand up"

He stood there, looked down at himself and begun to touch the thick Pamper i put him in...

"Remember baby, no touchies!" 😈

Keep me in the thickest, most waddle inducing diapers possible. Train me to be dependent on them completely. Make it so I hardly even notice wether I’m wet or dry, fresh or leaking. Make it completely natural for me to squat down and make pushies whenever and wherever the need arises.

Keep me in childish clothes 24/7, pick my outfits for me and ensure I’m always going out in the baby-est attire possible. Throw away my t-shirts with my underwear and replace them with onesies, overalls, and my ever-important pampers. Make me look so humiliatingly little that I’m consistently a blushing mess in public.

Feed my mind full with hypnotic suggestions, keeping me happy and docile. Keep me so intoxicated that I internalize them fully, losing my grasp on reality as a whole. After all, there’s no need for me to have any adult thoughts anymore.

Treat me like a docile little tyke at home, constantly focused on learning activities for one far below my real age. Give me none of the agency an adult has, decide every part of my routine down to the second. If I fuss at all, punish me with whatever your heart desires. Strap me in the bouncer for a few hours with a headset blaring my suggestions, or give me a laxative before we go out for a nature walk. Make certain I’m obeying your every whim.

And finally, make it so I have no issues at all with being seen in this state. Make my diapers obvious and my speech slow and infantile. Lead my waddling, pampered butt by hand in every single scenario. Be transparent with others about the state I’m in. Give me no discretion whatsoever.

The nursery was soft with the glow of a single lamp, its light pooling around the changing table where Danny lay, his breath shallow and his fingers clutching the edge. The air smelled faintly of baby powder and something sweeter, like the lingering scent of warm milk. His babysitter, Ms. Elena, stood beside him, her floral blouse swaying gently as she reached for the fresh Pampers. The crinkle of the packaging filled the quiet room, a sound that made Danny’s stomach twist.

Ms. Elena hummed a lullaby under her breath, her fingers deft as she unfastened the tapes of his soiled diaper. She wiped him clean with practiced strokes, her touch firm but gentle, like a mommy who knew exactly what her little one needed. Danny’s face burned as she lifted his legs, sliding the fresh diaper beneath him. The padding was thick, the tapes snug as she secured them, her nails grazing his skin just enough to make him shiver.

“There we go,” she murmured, patting the front of his diaper with a satisfied smile. “All nice and dry for my big baby.”

Danny’s cock twitched against the padding, a betrayal he couldn’t control. His face flushed darker as it grew, pressing uselessly against the layers of fluff. Ms. Elena’s eyes flicked down, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. She leaned forward, her blouse gaping just enough to reveal the lace edge of her bra, the swell of her breasts teasing the air between them.

“Ohhh,” she cooed, her fingers tracing the outline of his hardness through the diaper. “Someone’s feeling a little excited. But what’s the point, Danny?” Her voice dropped to a playful whisper, her thumb pressing just above the bulge. “Mommy decided you don’t need to be a big boy anymore. No more potty for you. Just nice, thick diapers to keep you safe and sound.”

Danny’s breath hitched as her other hand cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing his lower lip. “This little thing?” She gave his diaper a pat, her nails clicking against the plastic. “It’s so useless now. All it’s good for is making messes in your Pampers. And you know what, Danny?” She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. “That’s exactly where it belongs.”

Her fingers danced over the front of his diaper, pressing, teasing, making the padding rustle. Danny squirmed, his hips arching involuntarily, but Ms. Elena only laughed, her free hand slipping to the hem of her blouse. She tugged it up just enough, letting him see the soft curves of her breasts, the way they rose and fell with her laughter.

“Look at you,” she sighed, shaking her head. “All worked up, but you can’t do anything about it, can you? Not unless Mommy says so. And Mommy says…” She leaned down, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. “You only get to cum in your diapers. That’s the only place for you now. Isn’t that right, Danny?”

His cock throbbed, trapped and useless, as her words wrapped around him like a blanket. He whimpered, his fingers clawing at the sheets.

Result: a stinky diaper without a change, -$500, and my remaining ego is completely destroyed 😖

I do not recommend!!!

Plus it turns out she was recording her screen and wants even more money or else she is gonna post it 😡

“What is that smell… Did you make a poopoo in your diapers again? I thought it was the baby but I can tell by the way you’re blushing that it's you, isn't it? It literally smells like a changing room at Disney World. Mom is going to keep you in diapers for the rest of your life.”

Don't be fussy, baby! You need to get used to this.

You're not an adult now, understand?

I'm not your wife anymore, sweetie. I'm your Mommy.

What's that, baby? You don't want to wear diapers? You don't want to be breastfed?

Awww, that's too bad sweetie, because you won't be going potty anywhere except in your pants from now on

And you'll be laying down in my lap to nurse from my breasts at least twice a day. You'll learn to enjoy it, little one.

Well no, I suppose you won't ever enjoy peeing and pooping your pants. You're not supposed to, sweetie.

The humiliation of using diapers like a baby is meant to be a constant reminder of your place.

Mommy meant it was the nursing you'd learn to enjoy. Speaking of which, it's time for your feeding!

Hopefully you'll be less cranky with a belly full of breastmilk.

Aww are you crying? Don’t cry little one

No one is going to hurt you here. Don’t worry we are all very nice here

Why did I call you little one

Aww did your mommy not tell you why you are here?

Oh she really didn’t tell you anything did she?

Your wife/girlfriend mistress whatever brought you here

So you can learn how to be a good little Baby for her. She’s going to be your mommy

Yes honey you are not a real Man anymore

No no no no

Now that you are dropped off here at the clinic for the next week you are going to be a little diapered baby for ever.

I'm not your wife anymore, sweetie. I'm your Mommy.

What's that, baby? You don't want to wear diapers?

You don't want to be breastfed?

Awww, that's too bad sweetie, because you won't be going potty anywhere except in your pants from now on

And you'll be laying down in my lap to nurse from my breasts at least twice a day.

You'll learn to enjoy it, little one.

Well no, I suppose you won't ever enjoy peeing and pooping your pants. You're not supposed to, sweetie.

The humiliation of using diapers like a baby is meant to be a constant reminder of your place.

Mommy meant it was the nursing you'd learn to enjoy. Speaking of which, it's time for your feeding!

Here. Take your paci while Mommy gets her big milkers out. Hopefully you'll be less cranky with a belly full of breastmilk.

Your wife called me to come take care of you while she is at work.

Wives usually hire us when their husband is unemployed and cannot be trusted at home alone.

I will need you to take all of your clothes off and put them in that trash bag.

She should have already thrown the rest away

You won’t be needing big boy pants anymore

It’s back into nappies you go

That’s what I am here for

To put you in a nice soft thick nappy and treat you lie the giant man baby you are

So that when your wife comes home you are compliant to her wishes

Sitting there in your cute pampers waiting for her to decide what she wants to do to you

Most wives don't truly appreciate the power of diaper discipline,

But there is nothing more emasculating to a man than being forced to waddle around in humiliating diapers

And soil themselves like a little two year old.

Sure, you can put them in chastity.

But all that does is remove a man's sense of power over their sex life.

Keeping them in diapers keeps them in a constant state of humiliation and sexual deprivation

This is only amplified when they realize the toilet and sex are a privilege they no longer have and will greatly desire.

And also the look of dominance you give him when you see the full rear of his diaper and you know exactly what you’ve done

When you say “I think a certain somebody has been a very good boy and made poopies in their diaper for me, haven’t they?”

They will be a helpless emasculated submissive little boy ready to do anything you ask of them…

Oh honey you know it’s just a premature ejaculation kink that I have. And this toy will train you to be the best prejac in the world

You know when you cum before you even put it in me

Or cumming after a few strokes of my hand

Or when I take your cock out of your pants to suck you off but you immediately spurt all over my face

And when you cum in your pants while I grind and make out with you fully clothed

I love the confused look on your face as you helplessly cream your boxers

And all I do is apologise all cute after and just giggle and pull you close and give you a deep kiss before telling you we can go again when they're ready

Feel it. Feel how tight it is. Imagine it sliding up and down over your throbbing cock as you helplessly shoot your hot sticky load inside it

So come on get those fingers out of there silly boy. Let’s show you how this things works shall we?

Hmm. I can see something stirring. Don’t worry there is lots of lube in here. All slip-slidey for you. Let’s see how long you last premie. How many strokes before you throw in the towel.

It’s all right.

Any remaining continence urges and control won’t have a chance against the unexpected medicine in this bottle Mommy is just making you drink

Iit’s just Mommy’s way of speeding things up a little for you

You might feel the need like a 2 year old would but the feeling will pass as you reluctantly empty your bladder into your diaper until it is soaking wet

So you’ll end up needing a diaper change just like any other baby would.

The feeling to go will be so sudden and it will be gone before you have a chance to make it to the bathroom

That’s why you are back in diapers sweetie

It just makes things a whole lot easier for us both

You have to wear your potty now. 24/7/365. It’s an everyday thing.