Crinkle Bum

Mommy hadn’t so much as acknowledged your itty bitty princely sword for over a year. Well, beyond wiping it clean of your peepee and poopoo.

No diaper rashes for Mommy’s prince!

You could barely think straight. After a year of nothing more than Bluey, SpongeBob, and Dr. Seuss books, seeing Mommy like this was…too much for you.

A year’s worth of conditioning clashed with your neediness for her.

She was your Mommy—babies should never think like that.

Yet, memories of your life before the Pampers came flooding back. Back when Mommy—your wife—wanted you as a big boy.

The things you used to do.

“You’re being silly, little one. Do you need to go poopoo?”

You used to be her man. The one she wanted to hold her after a long day. The one she wanted in her bed each night.

Now she treats you like the silly, helpless pamper packer you became. The one who chose pampers over…her.

Only someone who can’t handle a real woman makes that choice. Someone who deserves to be chronically denied from all pleasure.

You might have thought it was just so hot back then—but after a year of complete denial, you’re a bumbling mess of neediness.

You chose wrong. So very wrong.

Now all you can do is stare at Mommy. Wishing you could touch every curve, feel every mound of flesh you so willingly gave up in pursuit of your diapers.

No woman wants to play with a diaper boy. Why would they? Women want someone strong, someone powerful. Someone to make them feel like the feminine queen they are.

Diaper boys can offer nothing of the sort.

You’re far too pathetic for such passion. Waddling in a full diaper is adorable—but women don’t want to fuck adorable.

But it doesn’t matter. You still think you’re a man. Somehow, despite being unpotty trained, having a bedtime of 7:30, and giving up any hope of orgasms for a year—you still think you have a chance with her.

It’s adorable.

“N-no poopoo, Mommy!”

You take a step closer, trying to be the suave man you used to be.

“It’s just, you look so beautiful, Mommy. Do you want me to…to take care of you?”

Mommy stares at you for a few never-ending seconds. An eternity. For a split second, you let yourself hope.

“HAHAHAHAHA!!! Little one, what do you think you could actually give me? You’re nothing more than a pamper packer! You can’t even satisfy your teddies!”

Your eyes start tearing up—you actually thought you had a chance.

“Ohhhh, don’t cry my sweet prince! You’re my little snugglebunny!! Mommy doesn’t want you thinking about icky things like sex—you’re never doing that again, okay? Just be Mommy’s little cutie!”

“B-but…I don’t wanna be a cutie! W-wan be your man!”

Mommy pats your diaper playfully.

“No, honey, you’re not a man. You’re my little prince! My job is to care for you and keep you safe. Your job is to be the sweet, obedient baby boy you are.”

“I wanna have sex, not be obedient! No more diapers!”

Mommy laughs. A full body laugh.

“Don’t be silly, you’ll do whatever I say. You’re right where you belong. You know you don’t deserve orgasms. You know you don’t belong with a woman. You belong right here. In a diaper, under Mommy’s loving care.”

You want to run. To argue. To prove to her you can be a big boy.

But deep down, you know she’s right. You couldn’t satisfy her sexually before—and you definitely couldn’t now.

You’re safe in diapers.

Nobody expects anything from you. Nothing but a full diaper and occasional tantrum. You failed as a man.

This is where you belong.

Mommy smiles. “But, wanna know a secret, my little diaper prince?”

You nod vigorously. “Y-yes please, Mommy!”

“It’s the one-year anniversary of your last orgasm! You’ve actually gone 365 days without a single squirt! And I know cause I checked every diaper!”

Your first instinct is to celebrate—to join in your Mommy’s happiness. Yet, you realize what it means.

You’re so far under Mommy’s control, you can’t even orgasm.

“I think such dedication to your Pampers deserves a reward, don’t you, baby?”

Your eyes light up. “Y-yes, Mommy!”

“Good boy, you’re Mommy’s special baby!”

She leads you to the living room, sitting down and smiling up at you.

“Come sit on Mommy’s knee, little one. Put that warm, droopy, soggy diaper on me. Show me why you think you’re a real man. Be my prince and thrust your sword into the mush! Can you do that for me, baby?”

You deflate a bit, wishing you could have more.

Mommy notices.

“Well, if you don’t want this, we can just go straight to the changing table! I certainly don’t care if you go another year without spurties! But if you’re too little for this, I doubt you’ll ever be a big boy again!”

Challenge accepted!

You’d do anything to show her you’re still a man.

Anything.

You confidently waddle to Mommy’s leg, ready to show her you’re a real man. You let your soaked diaper rest on her leg.

Mommy winks at you. “Show me you’re my stud, baby!”

That’s all you need to hear.

You start gyrating your hips, feeling your little sword extend to its full two inches.

Look at you go!

You thrust with all your might. It feels so good!

Once. Twice. Three times!

You scream in utter delight. You’ve never felt such pleasure before.

There’s no way Mommy doesn’t see what a man you are! Not after that!

“Awwww, good job, cutie! Three whole strokes! Soon you won’t even need any! Mommy made the right decision!”

You catch your breath, preparing to argue with her.

“Don’t worry, kiddo. Mommy’s new boyfriend is coming over today. He’ll take care of Mommy. Maybe you can even listen for some pointers!”

“A-another guy, Mommy?”

“Baby, you didn’t think I’d put you in charge of my pleasure after that performance, did you? Don’t be silly! C’mon, let’s get that diaper changed.”

”B-but…Mommy!! I’m your husband!”