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Decide when he’s changed.

Decide when he drinks.

Decide when he cums.

Put him in onesies.

Hide the “big boy” clothes.

So when he needs them,

he has to waddle to you

and ask nicely.

Make him dependent.

Make him obedient.

"Oh, sweetie… you really are just a hopeless little baby, aren't you?"

Your mind is floating in a dreamy space, babbling with all the sycophantic intensity of the mindless submissive you know you are. Yes- yes, Princess- Yes I am! Just a silly, hopeless little baby for you-

The smile in your partner's low, breathy voice intensifies – as does the pressure of her seductive kneading at the straining front of your fresh diaper. "Such a sweet, helpless little man… actually begging me to make him into my little baby." She chuckles softly, and your lips tighten around your thumb, suckling with ever-greater intensity as her words twine their seductive way into your hormone-soaked brain. Yes, yes I'm begging you. I want that- I want you to make me into a baby-

"Remember when you first told me your naughty little secret?" She pauses for only a split second – long enough to arrest your veering attention, yet short enough to remind you, without even saying as much, that she no longer expects her thumbsucking little man-baby to even attempt an answer. "Oh, you were so embarrassed! And so worried that you wouldn't be able to perform… That you'd become so used to having naughty fun in your diapers that not even a naked woman would be able to get you excited. Or at least, excited enough to cum inside her like a real man should…"

Why- why is she saying this? You're shivering, suddenly anxious at the idea that maybe you need to be your big adult self for her. You do need to be her man, after all. You've always needed to be – to balance your little side with your adult commitments and your grown-up sex life…

And then her next words put your anxieties to rest once more.

"Such silly worries were in that sweet head of yours!" Her kneading of your crinkling crotch slips now into a steady, rhythmic stroking that draws a plaintive little moan from your suckling lips. "Oh, sweetie… you definitely didn't need to worry about that. You know how to please me in bed better than anyone else, after all."

I- I please you? Yes, I mean, I try- I really try-

She bends forward, her string of pearls swaying provocatively over her tantalizing cleavage. "But sweetie, I've got a little confession to make. I've been thinking lately… and as much as you turn me on when you're a great big strong man for me, well…"

Your partner trails off, and your eyes blink open, peering up at her over the clenched hand lodged in your mouth. "See, it's these adorable diapers of yours, honey! They're just so thick and pretty and cute… and just so right for a wee little man-baby like you." She giggles, and another moan, louder than before, escapes you as you feel her hands caressing your amply padded crotch with renewed intensity, her fingers forcing the padding tighter against your straining cock. Your eyes squeeze closed once more, your submissive brain babbling once more in agreement. Yes, yes- Yes, Princess! So right, so perfect for me-

"And so… I've made up my mind." Her tone is so sweet, so deliberate, so gently condescending that you almost lose control just from her words alone. "Sweetie, I never thought I'd say this. But I really think I've come to prefer you in diapers. You belong in them, after all. You love them, you dream about them, you look so incredibly cute in them…" She giggles gently, and now your hips are thrusting with soft crinkles of desperation toward her magical hands. "And pretty soon, if we do things just right… well, you just might come to need them."

Your brain is melting, afire with longing and desire and the fierce blaze of your love for this woman. She's dominating you… teasing you… Lovingly regressing you with all the gentle force of a mother coaxing her restive toddler into obedience. She does know best, you realize. She does get to decide. And if she decides that it's best for you to- to-

"I want you to need them, darling," she breathes, and you shudder and let out a gurgling moan of humiliated pleasure behind your thumb. "I want to diaper train my little man-baby. I want to make you so utterly, adorably dependent on your diapers that…" A shaky sigh escapes her heaving chest and parted lips, and the beautiful sound alerts your hormone-soaked brain that she too is becoming achingly horny. "…That in the end, you won't be able to cum any other way!"

As the orgasm explodes within you and your limbs convulse and writhe beneath her in ecstasy, you are deaf to all. All, that is, but the two sounds that for you now embody the very essence of love and sexuality…

The soft crinkle of your now cum-spattered diaper. And the low, musical laughter of the woman you love more than anyone else in the entire world.

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