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In the hushed glow of their 1980s nursery, where a glowing Care Bears nightlight cast pastel stars across the walls and the faint click of a wind-up mobile played *Frère Jacques*, Mommy sat in her oak rocking chair, prairie dress pooled like whipped cream around her thighs, bonnet framing her soft curls. Her little man—now permanently reduced to “Baby”—knelt on the shag carpet, taped into an extra-thick overnight diaper printed with tiny rocking horses, the plastic tabs sealed with pink duct tape so he could never undo them himself. Six months ago he’d thrown a grown-up tantrum over her rules; tonight marked the start of forever. No more big-boy underwear, no touching, no release—only warm, squishy peepee and poopoo messes that Mommy changed when *she* felt like it.

(all characters above 18)😏i know much of you will googoo on this one 😛 inspiration comes from now defunct "hubbies..com" art (thank you Susan Flannery) on this précise scene. The story is however mine. Enjoy!

Story:

Margaret had read every disgusting word in her son’s journal. The detailed plans to take Emily to prom, get her drunk, and “fuck her raw like a cheap whore,” to “pump her full until she’s leaking my cum all night.” The arrogance. The disrespect. The attitude.

Punishment was no longer optional. It was total.

The afternoon before prom, she dragged her protesting, muscular 19-year-old son into his newly converted nursery. The room smelled of baby powder and baby lotion. A large crib with locking rails dominated one wall. The changing table was stocked like a professional nursery: stacks of extra-thick terry cloth diapers, boosters, plastic pants, pins, creams, and lubricants.

“Strip,” Mommy ordered coldly.

When he hesitated, she slapped his bare ass hard and yanked his clothes off herself. Naked and furious, he was lifted onto the changing table like an oversized toddler. Mommy took her time.

First, she slathered his entire groin, cock, balls, and bottom in thick white lotion, rubbing it in slowly, deliberately teasing his shaft until it was half-hard and twitching with unwanted shame. Then came the diaper rash cream — two generous fingers scooping the thick paste and spreading it liberally over his hole and under his balls, making sure every inch was protected “like a proper baby’s privates.”

Heavy clouds of baby powder followed. She shook the bottle for a full minute, coating him until he was dusted head to toe in sweet, humiliating scent. The powder clung to his lotion-slick skin, turning him into a fragrant nursery toy.

Now the diapering began.

Mommy unfolded the first massive terry diaper ...already thicker than most adult ones...and slid it under his lifted hips. She added a second full diaper on top, then folded a third booster pad thickly in the middle for maximum absorbency and bulk. She pulled the layers up tightly between his legs, the padding forcing his thighs apart in a wide, infantile waddle. With practiced hands she pinned it shut using two oversized yellow diaper pins, one on each side, making sure it was snug but not too tight : she wanted room for the inevitable mess.

But she wasn’t done. A crinkly, clear plastic diaper cover with little duckies was pulled over the bulging terry bundle and snapped tightly at the legs and waist. The final result was obscene: an enormous, pillow-like diaper that made his muscular legs look comically small and bowed.

A baby-blue bib with a smiling rubber ducky was tied around his neck.

He was already whimpering in humiliation.

Mommy wasn’t satisfied yet.

“Babies need their bottoms properly prepared,” she cooed, pushing his knees back to his chest and exposing him completely. She opened a large jar of baby Vaseline and scooped out a huge glob with two fingers.

“Relax your little hole, sweetheart. Mommy’s going to make sure you’re nice and open for all the big poopoos you’ll be making from now on.”

He clenched. She slapped his thigh sharply. Then her slick fingers circled his tight anus, spreading the thick petroleum jelly around the rim before slowly pushing inside. One finger. Then two. She twisted and scissored gently but relentlessly, working the Vaseline deep into his passage, coating every inch of his insides.

“Feel that, baby? Mommy’s opening you up like a good little diaper slut. This hole is going to be soft, puffy, and ready to push out huge loads whenever I decide.”

She added more Vaseline, a third finger, stretching him wider, fucking him slowly with her fingers while narrating every detail. His cock throbbed traitorously against the thick diaper front despite his tears. She kept going for nearly fifteen humiliating minutes until his anus was visibly relaxed, shiny, and gaping slightly — a perfect, well-trained baby bottom.

Only then did she pull the plastic cover back up and pat the massively padded crotch. “There. All ready for your first public accident.”

Five minutes before Emily’s arrival, Mommy bent him over the changing table again, pulled the diaper cover and back of the terry down just enough, and slid a fat, melting glycerin suppository deep into his well-Vaselined hole. She pushed it in with two fingers, twisting and pressing until it was lodged far inside where it would work fastest.

“Perfect. Now we wait for the show.”

The living room.

He stood gripping the armchair, knees bent, muscles trembling, face already beet-red. The suppository was working brutally fast. Mommy stood beside him, one hand on his shoulder, smiling serenely.

The front door opened.

Emily stepped inside in her stunning emerald prom dress, looking radiant and froze in absolute shock at the sight of her date: shirtless, bibbed, and wearing an enormous, obvious diaper.

Before she could even speak, a violent cramp hit him.

“Oh… fuck…” he gasped.

Mommy leaned in lovingly. “Coochie-coo! Does the poopoo train finally arriving at the diaper depot? Oh yeeees it is! Push for Mommy and your pretty date, baby. Push like the helpless little diaper boy you are.”

Emily’s hand flew to her mouth, but her eyes sparkled with growing fascination.

He tried desperately to hold it. His face turned purple. Veins stood out on his neck. A long, wet fart escaped into the thick padding.

Then the first push came against his will.

“Nnnngh…!” He grunted loudly, thighs shaking. The massive log began to crown, stretching his well-lubricated hole. He pushed again — harder — and a thick, crackling, warm mass began filling the seat of his diaper. Emily watched, mesmerized, as the back of the triple-thick terry visibly expanded and sagged.

“Again, baby. Push number two!” Mommy encouraged sweetly.

He bore down with a deep, humiliated grunt. A huge, soft, messy wave exploded into the diaper, spreading everywhere, squelching audibly as it filled the booster and pushed the padding outward. The smell bloomed instantly ...heavy, earthy, unmistakably baby.

Third push. Even bigger. He was panting now, tears of shame rolling down his cheeks while his prom date watched him defecate like a toddler.

Fourth, final, longest push : a long, wet, crackling avalanche that made the seat of his diaper droop heavily between his legs, the plastic cover straining to contain the enormous load. The diaper was unmistakably full, sagging, lumpy, and brown at the edges.

Immediately after, a powerful, hissing torrent of pee flooded the front, swelling the already massive padding even further until it was warm, heavy, and squishing with every tiny movement.

Emily stepped closer, eyes wide with delight at his total degradation.

“Oh my God… you actually shit yourself. In front of me. Like a literal baby.” She laughed softly, then her voice dropped into exaggerated, breathy moans.

“Mmmhhh...Ohhh yes, baby… that’s it… push all that big nasty poopoo into your didee for me. Just like you wanted to push that cock into my tight little pussy tonight, right? You wanted to stretch me open and fill me up like a whore?” She moaned louder, biting her lip theatrically. “Aaaahhh~ But instead you’re the one getting filled, aren’t you? Your big strong body reduced to grunting out stinky messes while I watch.”

Mommy guided him down onto the rug on his belly. “Tummy time, baby. Show Emily how you hump your loaded diapers from now on.”

The squelch was loud and obscene as his massive, warm mess compressed beneath him. He started grinding slowly, humiliated beyond words.

Emily crouched beside him, continuing her relentless, moaning commentary:

“Ohhh fuuuck yes, hump that messy didee, you pathetic little diaper humper~ Mmmhh~ That’s how you thought you’d fuck me? Grinding and thrusting like a desperate animal? Only now it’s just warm poop and piss squishing against your worthless cock. You’ll never feel real pussy again. Just loaded, stinky diapers every single day.”

She leaned in closer, voice dripping venom and arousal. “And Mommy told me the best part. Soon your balls will be drained dry every day by women watching you. Then she’ll tie that dick up tight and milk you like a cow, squeezing every drop out while you cry. In a few weeks you’ll have a tiny baby micropenis that spurts helplessly the second you start pooping your diaper. You’ll cum every time you mess yourself like a true infant. No control. No manhood left.”

She moaned even louder, right next to his ear. “Hump faster, baby~ Let me hear those squishes. Imagine me at prom getting fucked by a real man while you’re locked in your crib, marinating in your own cum and shit. Aaaahhh~ Yes, just like that! Grind it in deep!”

The humiliation, the smell, the wet squelching, Emily’s filthy moaning, and the constant promises of future degradation pushed him over the edge.

His thrusts became frantic, animalistic. His face was buried in the rug, sobbing and grunting. The heavy, messy diaper made loud, wet, filthy sounds with every desperate hump.

Then the orgasm hit...violently.

Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, mixing with the piss and shit already filling the front of his diaper. Spurt after heavy spurt, longer and more intense than any he’d ever had, each one accompanied by broken, humiliated cries. His whole body shook as he emptied his balls completely into the destroyed, sagging mess, the warm wetness spreading everywhere.

Emily clapped and laughed delightedly. “He came! The baby actually came in his poopy diaper while I watched! What a perfect little pervert.”

Mommy patted his head. “Good boy. Say thank you to Emily for helping with your first public tummy time.”

“…Th-thank you… Emily…”

Emily stood up, still giggling, smoothing her prom dress. “I’m going to have so much fun telling everyone at prom about this. Enjoy your crib and that loaded diaper all night, stinky baby. Maybe I’ll come visit tomorrow and watch round two.”

She left the house laughing brightly, the sound echoing long after the door closed.

Mommy lifted her broken, sobbing, heavily loaded son into her arms. His sagging, cum-piss-shit-filled diaper swung heavily between his legs as she carried him upstairs to the crib.

“Night night, baby. Tomorrow the whole family and several neighbors are coming over for your next special tummy time. And this was only the beginning of your permanent babyfication.”

The crib bars locked shut with a final, metallic click.

His new life of endless, public, diaper-soiling humiliation had officially begun.

Pampers v Pussy

Credit to @wittlesissyb4by for suggesting this idea for this song and especially the hook and the bridge. Still not sold on the title I came up with but it gets the message across. If you can think of a better title comment it! I'm a big fan of humiliation and denial in case you couldn't tell and this song is full of it 😛 Hope you all enjoy!

Full Lyrics:

The nursery was painted in soft pastels, with a mobile containing multiple pairs of Mommy’s delicate pink satin panties twirling around above my oversized baby crib and just out of reach of my little hands.   Along the wall was a pink changing table with a soft pink blanket and a pillow with a satin pillowcase with white lace trim.  Under the table were stacks and stacks of babyish diapers and many pairs of frilly pink plastic panties.  On the table were baby lotion, baby powder, baby bottles, baby pacifiers, and a large tub of Vaseline.  This was my room, where every need, every desire and every fantasy was satisfied. 

I woke to the familiar rustle of my thick diaper beneath the frilly pink panties Mommy had dressed me in last night. The satin ribbon ties at the sides tickled my skin as I stretched, my hands automatically moving to pat the padded pampers between my legs—a comforting weight that made me feel safe and cherished.

"Good morning, my sweet baby girl," Mommy's voice cooed from the doorway. She was already dressed for the day in a silk robe that hinted at nothing beneath, her curves outlined in the soft fabric.

I rolled over onto my tummy, my plastic pantied diapered bottom raised in the air in the way she liked. "Mommy," I babbled, my voice soft and high-pitched from months of practice.

She approached the crib, her heels clicking softly on the wooden floor. "Has my little one made a mess for Mommy?" she asked, her hand sliding down my back to pat my diapered satin plastic pantied bottom. The question was routine—we both knew the answer.  Of course my Pampers were soaked, mostly from the cummies and fairy cream that routinely dribbled out of my sissy clitty whenever I’m in Pampers or panties or both.

As Mommy changed me, I watched her face, looking for any sign of approval. When she smiled at my eagerness to please, my heart swelled with pride. "Such a good sissy baby girl," she murmured, fastening the fresh diaper with the pink tabs before pulling up the frilly plastic panties with their lace trim.

After my morning bottle—warmed milk that always made me feel sleepy and content—Mommy led me to the playroom. Today's toys were already arranged on the soft mat: my collection of dildos in various sizes and colors, each with a name I'd given them.

"Which friend will you play with today?" Mommy asked, settling into the armchair where she always watched me. 

I crawled to the toys, my diaper crinkling with each movement, and selected "Mr. Pink"—my favorite because of how it stretched me just right. Mommy's eyes widened with approval as I continued to crawl and crinkle, making my way to Mommy.  I crawled into Mommy’s lap and she opened up her robe to reveal her beautiful full breasts and hard nipples encased in a pink nursing bra.  She expertly undid one cup of the bra, lifting her breast and nipple into my waiting mouth.  I loved lying in Mommy’s lap with my lips and mouth latched onto her nipple, suckling gently while whimpering and looking up into her eyes with a submissive sissy baby face.  I always felt so small, infantile, and sissyish and loved the utter humiliation I felt as I suckled and nursed and whimpered and crinkled while Mommy gently patted my frilly ruffled bottom, all the while telling me in her sexy, dominant voice, “You’re such a good baby girl for Mommy.  Mommy is so proud of her sissy diaper girl.  That’s my baby.  Just suckle and whimper like the infant you are.”  

I continued nursing on Mommy’s breast as I rubbed the front of my Pampers with Mr. Pink,  and with my other hand, I massaged and squeezed Mommy’s other breast through her satin nursing bra.  Mommy moaned with pleasure as I continued to suckle and rub her breast.  I was getting milk drunk and desperately wanted to make fairy cream in my Pampers as I furiously rubbed Mr. Pink up and down over my clitty, which was hidden beneath my Pampers and pink plastic panties.  Mommy could sense that my clitty was nearly ready to dribble cummies into the soft padding of my Pampers and she said “That’s my pathetic little sissy diaper girl, ready to make cummies in her Pampers but not in my pussy.  Your little sissy cummies belong only in Pampers and panties, not in Mommy’s pussy.  Mommy’s pussy is reserved only for real men who can satisfy Mommy’s womanly desires.  My pussy is not for ridiculous little diaper sissies who only know how to make fairy cream and pee pee in their Pampers and panties and who suck and fuck dildos and cocks.” 

The sound of Mommy’s voice and the words she was using and the way in which she talked to me had the effect of further reducing me to an infantile, feminine, sissy faggot state of submission.   Mommy could sense this as she saw and heard my desperation to cum in my face and body.  “Is Mommy’s faggot ready to splash cummies in her Pampers and pink panties?  Mommy loves it when her baby diaper girl has her sissygasms in her plastic pantied Pampers.  Cum for Mommy little baby girl.  Show me how a big strong man cums in pink plastic panties and Pampers.  Oh, I forgot!  You’re not a man.  You’re my ridiculous excuse for a man.  You’re nothing more than a cock loving, Pamper wearing, pink plastic pantied sissy faggot.  You leave the real men and cocks to me and you get the Pampers and pink plastic panties and pink dildos.  Mommy’s words and voice were too much for me.  I moaned and whimpered and shuddered, as I had my sissygasm while telling Mommy, “Mommy, I’m going to make cummies in my Pampers for you.  Oh Mommy.  My fairy cream is dribbling out into my panties.”

Mommy then took Mr. Pink out of my hand and expertly put Mr. Pink down the front of my Pampers and pink plastic panties, coating Mr. Pink with the fairy cream I just spurt into my soaked Pampers.  She then placed Mr. Pink into my mouth, telling me, “Suck that pink cock baby girl.  Show Mommy how much you love sucking cocks for me.  Pretend that’s my lover’s cock and show Mommy how much you love milking cocks.”  I sucked Mr. Pink with abandon, loving the taste and feel of the cock as it went in and out of my mouth.  I loved the completely feminine and submissive state I was in as I sucked the pink cock for Mommy.  “Oh, that looks so sexy you little diapered sissy cocksucker.  Are you going to make that pink dildo cum in your mouth for Mommy?  Wouldn’t you like to feel a real cock in your mouth right now?  I bet you would love to have my lover’s beautiful cock in your mouth right now, getting it and him ready for my sopping wet cunt.”

At this point I gently moved my Pampers and frilly pink plastic panties to the side as I got on my knees and all fours for Mommy, who said, "That's my good girl.  You work that pink dildo into your sissy cunt," she encouraged as I worked Mr. Pink into myself, my body arching with pleasure. "Show Mommy how much you love to have a cock in your sissy cunt.  Fuck that cock.  Ride that cock until you have a sissygasm", Mommy commanded.

I lost myself in the sensation, the fullness, the way the dildo pressed against that special spot inside my cunt that made me whimper and moan. Through half-closed eyes, I watched Mommy's hand slip beneath her robe, her fingers moving in rhythm with my thrusts as she rubbed her glistening pussy.  When her breathing quickened, I knew I was pleasing her. "That's it, baby," she gasped. "Make Mommy proud.  Show Mommy how much of a sissy baby diaper girl you are.  Make cummies in your Pampers and panties for Mommy.  Mommy wants to see her pathetic excuse of a man getting fucked by a real man.  Mommy can’t wait to see her little sissies’ cunt filled with the cum of a big strong man.”  These words took me over the edge as I had another mind blowing sissygasm in my Pampers and pink plastic panties.  I was drenched with sweat and fairy cream and Mommy rewarded me with a bath – a special time where I could wash her body with gentle hands, paying special attention to the soft folds between her legs. I loved how she tasted, how she trembled when my tongue found her sensitive spots.

"Such a talented mouth," she would praise, holding my head against her as she found her release. "Mommy's perfect little baby diaper sissy.  Mommy’s helpless little pussy licking, cock loving faggot.”

After the bath, Mommy scooped me up and dried me off with a big thirsty pink towel.  She brought me into my nursery and placed me on the changing table and began rubbing pink baby lotion all over my body, paying particular attention to my sissy clitty and cunt.  Mommy opened the jar of Vaseline and dipped three of her beautifully manicured fingers into the Vaseline, removing a large amount which she expertly worked into and around my sissy cunt, telling me, “Mommy is getting her sissy faggot ready for my lover who will be over soon along with some of my girlfriends.  Mommy wants her baby smelling so babyish and her sissy pussy to be so slippery and ready for my lover’s beautiful cock.” 

I whimpered and nodded yes, as Mommy picked out a CutiePlus pink diaper with a picture of a bunny and the word “Sissy” on the front and a rainbow and balloons with the words “Sissy Baby” on the bottom.  Mommy lifted my legs up and placed the pink diaper under me and lovingly fastened the tapes as she smoothed and patted both the front of my diaper as well as the bottom, telling me, “That’s my little sissy diaper loving baby.  I love the crinkly sound your Pampers make when I pat and rub you.  I know all the ladies will love hearing that sound too, as will  my lover.  Now let’s get you into some pink plastic panties.”  With that, Mommy grabbed a pair of frilly pink satin panties with rows of lace on the rear and on the waist and leg openings and slowly pulled them up over my legs, taking her time as I watched her with love and excitement growing in my clitty.  As she inched the plastic panties over my legs and Pampers, Mommy cooed, “What a pretty pantied pamper girl you are!  Mommy loves her baby being in pampers and panties, and I know my friends and lover will as well.”

"Look at my pretty sissy baby," she said proudly as I squirmed on the changing table, wearing nothing but my Pampers and pink plastic panties.  Mommy put a pink pacifier in my mouth and slid a pink satin and lace sissy training bra around my chest, snapping the bra shut from behind.  Mommy then produced a flouncy, frilly, pink satin sissy dress which she placed over my head and pulled down my dainty, feminine body.  She then put pink lacey anklet socks on my feet, a pink bow in my hair, and fastened pink Mary Jane shoes over the anklets.  To top off my sissy diaper baby girl attire, Mommy put an ankle bracelet on each ankle.  The left ankle bracelet was gold and said, “Cocksucker” and the right ankle bracelet was silver and said, “Cum Slut”.  On my neck, Mommy placed a necklace which had the words “Mommy’s Diaper Girl” in gold.

Mommy helped me off the changing table and I noticed that my dress did nothing to hide my frilly pink satin plastic panties or my Pampers, both of which were on full display for everyone below the hem of my dress.  “There, there little diaper girl.  Aren’t you the perfect picture of complete sissy faggotry?  Oh my!  I can’t believe how delicious you look in your dress, and Pampers and panties.  I’m sure all the women and my lover will agree that you need to be bent over and have your panties and pampers pulled aside while you take dildos and cocks and fingers up your sissy cunt.”

“Yes Mommy”, I said in my sissy baby girl voice.  “I can’t wait for everyone to see me, and pat me and pamper me and finger me and fuck me.  I want my sissy pussy licked and fucked and played with all night.  I want to be the best little diaper faggot for Mommy and her friends.  I want to make cummies and fairy cream in my Pampers and panties all night long and I want to suck and lick your friends’ pussies and cock. I want to make Mommy so proud of her little diaper fairy faggot”, I said.

Mommy said, “Of course you do, my little sissy cunt.  But first, Mommy is going to put you down for a nap to rest up for a night everyone will not forget.”

Mommy tucked me into my crib with a pink cock pacifier in my mouth.  As I drifted off to sleep, I relived the day's events. The fullness of the pink dildo, the taste of Mommy's cunt, the weight of the cock in my mouth—each memory a testament to how far I'd come, how completely I'd embraced my identity as Mommy's Sissy Baby Diapergirl.

"Sleep well, my precious baby girl," Mommy whispered, leaning over the crib rail to kiss my forehead. "You made Mommy so proud today."

Good boy sweetie! Look at you drinking your bottle like a big boy!" Ashley cooed, her saccharine tone a deliberate instrument of her husband’s emasculation, before planting a wet kiss on his forehead that made his skin crawl. He sighed, a sound of utter defeat, and futilely pushed himself away towards the living room, only for Ashley's stern, possessive voice to cut through his desperate bid for independence: "And where do you think you're going Tommy? You stay here with mommy where I can keep an eye on you!" With a casual, almost contemptuous ease, she grabbed the back of his walker, wheeling him back into the kitchen while he burned with mortification, forced to finish his baba and, out of sheer, soul-crushing boredom, absently play with the infantile activity center, its garish plastic shapes a mocking testament to his new, demeaning reality. Ashley watched him, a slow, cruel smirk spreading across her face as he wheeled himself around, a helpless exhibit in her private museum of control, when the abrupt ring of the doorbell threatened to expose his utter degradation to the outside world.

"Oh great that must be your babysitter!" Ashley announced, her words ringing with a playful authority that instantly shattered Tommy's illusion of adulthood, plunging him into a humiliating tantrum of pouts and frantic fist-bashing against his baby walker tray. His desperate protests of "No no no! Me no nee babeswitter! Me man no baby!" were punctuated by the tell-tale scent of fresh urine and baby powder , a stark, mortifying reminder of his inescapable regression, which Ashley barely suppressed a laugh at. "Tommy Oliver! That’s quite enough young man! Mommy will not stand for another tantrum today!" she declared, her voice brooking no argument as she expertly grabbed his oversized Elmo pacifier and popped it into his gaping mouth, instantly silencing his pathetic objections. "Now mommy has to get to her spin class so I expect you to be a good boy for Amy; she hasn’t seen you since your transformation and is very excited to be babysitting you! And I don’t want to hear any more talk of you being a man. You are a baby now and that’s all you are! Do you understand mommy babyboy?" Ashley sternly asked, her fingers gently but firmly gripping his chin to ensure his full, humiliated attention. "Yeth mommy!" Tommy begrudgingly babbled around the plastic, the admission of his utter helplessness a fresh wave of mortification as his wife smiled sweetly. "Good boy! Now you stay put, I’ll be right back!" Ashley responded, leaving the former man a quivering, pacifier-clamped infant, nervously tapping his feet on the cold tile floor, utterly trapped and desperately trying to concoct an escape plan before his mommy returned with his babysitter.

Defeated by a child-proof lock on the kitchen patio door, Tommy whimpered as his escape attempt was thwarted, just as the familiar, yet unwelcome, voice of his older neighbor, Amy, greeted him. Amy's soft yet stern voice cut through his despair with a playful "Well hello there babyboy! Trying to make a break for it? Eh”? quickly followed by the firm declaration that he would be staying put with "Aunty Amy," prompting his wife, Ashley, to interject sharply, "Bad boy Tommy! You don’t touch the door! Now get over here and say hello to Amy!" As Tommy begrudgingly wheeled away, furiously sucking his pacifier and half covering his eyes, the women exchanged knowing smirks, and when he stubbornly kept his hands over his face, Ashley demanded, "Tommy Oliver! Mommy said now! Stop pretending to be so shy and say hello!" pulling his hands down. A mortified "Hewo Mith Amy!" lisped from under his pacifier, his face flushing crimson as he finally met his older neighbor's gaze, to which Amy cooed back, "Hi cutiepie! You are absolutely adorable! We’re going to have so much fun today while mommy goes byebyes!" her tickling fingers finding his belly. “Oh Ashley you did such an amazing job with him! What an improvement! I don’t think he’ll be getting into any more shenanigans anytime soon that’s for sure! Now scoot I think I can handle it from here! I know how to deal with little boys!" Amy reassured the younger woman as Ashley grabbed her gym bag, reminding Amy that Tommy would need to be put down for his afternoon nap soon.

With a tell-tale grimace spreading across Tommy’s face, his eyes widened on in a struggle that soon became impossible to ignore. A low grunt escaped him as a potent, undeniable aroma filled the air, prompting a quick, knowing glance between the two women just as a substantial load settled heavily into his diaper. "Pew yew! Stinky boy!" Amy teased, her playful jab instantly triggering a fresh wave of wails from Tommy, whose distress only deepened. When Ashley offered to change her husband , Amy simply waved her off with a cheerful, "No honey, get going or you’ll be late! I’ve got this! This is what babies do! It’s not the first poopy bum I’ve changed!" With a quick peck on Tommy’s cheek and a final warning to be a good boy, Ashley thanked Amy and scurried off, leaving Amy alone with the former man. "Okay, baby boy, let’s go change that stinky butt and get you down for your nap," Amy cooed, gently scooping the wailing Tommy from his baby walker and settling the crying, babified man onto her hip. The movement caused the heavy contents in his Pamper to shift uncomfortably, eliciting another uncontrollable shriek as Amy began to rock him softly, carrying him towards his new nursery. Trapped in his infant state, Tommy could only wail louder, his mind screaming in a silent, desperate plea for this humiliating nightmare to finally end.

Upon stopping before the large white door adorned with a charming mural of a lion, giraffe, and elephant, alongside "Baby Tommy’s Nursery" stenciled in cool blue, Amy smiled and pushed it wide, her eyes widening at the gigantic baby sanctuary as the formidable scents of baby powder and wet, dirty diapers wrinkled her nose while she carried her whimpering, pacifier-sucking charge inside. "What a lucky baby you are! Your mommy really outdid herself!" Amy enthusiastically announced, gently lowering the former man onto his large white changing table and buckling the safety strap over his belly. "Now let’s change that yucky diaper babyboy!" she cooed, tickling his belly, which made Tommy pout before uncontrollably giggling to his own surprise. "There’s Auntys happy baby!" Amy laughed, beginning to unbutton the metal snaps on his onesie, exposing his oversized Pamper. "Let’s see what we have here babykins!" she singsonged, unfastening the tapes on Tommy’s Paw Patrol emblazoned Pamper and pulling down the front to reveal a large, malodorous load of poop below his tiny, hairless penis, causing Amy to snicker before pinching her nose at the revolting scent. "What a stinky boy! And look at that little peepee no bigger than a baby’s! No wonder your mommy put you back in diapers!" Amy teased, making Tommy turn bright red and nervously suck his pacifier. Lifting his bum into the cool air, Amy skillfully used the front of the wet disposable diaper to wipe most of the sticky mess from his backside before attacking the rest with a heavy supply of baby wipes, meticulously cleaning his peepee and all the crevices, much to Tommy’s utter humiliation.

Here it is folks, new  animated MAL short, "Stress Relief" 

Mona talks a big game on how she deals with stress, and unwind, but in actuality, she just a big baby who needs some attention from her Mama to help her relax after a long week of work, that attention being, "tummy time"

Rin has scheduled some daily spankings to help remind Mona to behave herself and be a good girl, but I don't think Rin realizes that the thick baby diapers she puts Mona in, means the spankings dont even really phase her. Doesn't mean the spankings aren't an embarrassing reoccurrence in Mona's day though.

Rubbin' the Nubbin'

The bed is already a wreck when the final stretch starts.

He’s got her folded in half, knees pinned beside her ears, hips pistoning so hard the headboard slams the wall with every thrust. The room is nothing but wet, filthy sounds: the loud, rhythmic slap of his heavy balls against her soaked ass, the squelch of her pussy taking every inch, the creak of springs threatening to snap.

She’s beyond words at first, just high, desperate, animal noises spilling out of her open mouth.

“F-FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck, YES!! Wreck me! Wreck me, oh my goddd—”

He snarls, sweat dripping off his chest onto her tits. “That little diaper bitch ever give it to you like this??"

“Never! FUCK! Never! You’re so deep, I can’t, I can’t—”

Her back arches violently, nails clawing red lines down his back. He slams in to the hilt and grinds, thick cockhead pressing right against her cervix.

“Tell him,” he growls. “Tell your cuck whose pussy this is.”

“It’s yours!” she screams, voice cracking. “It’s yours, Daddy, it’s fucking yours! He never even—unngghh!!!”

Another brutal thrust. The slippery sound of her soaked pussy welcoming him hungrily.

“Look at him while I ruin you.”

Her glassy eyes find you in the chair. She's panting like a bitch in heat, tears streaking her mascara, mouth open in a desperate "O".

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! Nnnghh i'm gonna so hard on your big fucking cock while he watches in his diapurrohhhh god! Oh god! Oh GODDD!!!”

He speeds up, relentless, skin slapping skin so fast it’s a blur.

“Do it. Cum all over the dick that owns you.”

She shatters.

Her whole body locks up, that silent scream women do when all their breath seems to vanish, then: thighs shaking uncontrollably, pussy clamping down and pulsing so hard he groans through clenched teeth. A raw, guttural roar tears out of her as the orgasm detonates, long, violent waves that leave her convulsing, squirting messily around his shaft, soaking his balls, the sheets, everything.

“Fuuuck, yes, yes, YES!”

He keeps pounding through it, drawing it out until she’s sobbing from overstimulation, every muscle in his thighs and abs clench, then he slams deep one last time and grunts. His balls draw up, you can actually see them contract, once, twice, three times in a row, slow and powerful as they pump a thick, hot load straight into her spasming cunt.

Their bodies are locked together, chests heaving against each other, slick skin sliding with every ragged gasp. You can see the pulse in his neck hammering, the way his back ripples with aftershocks, his ass still flexed tight from that final thrust. Her fingers are dug into his shoulders so hard her knuckles are white, nails leaving red crescents.

His heavy balls are still pressed flush against her, twitching with the last few lazy pumps, emptying the final drops deep inside. A thick rivulet of cum is already leaking out around his shaft, running down her ass crack and pooling beneath her on the ruined sheets.

They stay like that for seconds that stretch into eternity, him pinning her open, her pussy fluttering helplessly around him, both of them gasping, shaking, utterly spent.

Only when the trembling finally starts to ease does he let her legs slide down his sweat-slick back. She melts into the mattress with a broken little moan, thighs falling open, cum pouring out of her in a slow, obscene flood.

Then, and only then, does she turn her flushed, wrecked face toward you in the cuck chair, mascara smeared, lips swollen, voice raw and dripping with honeyed cruelty.

You nod frantically, cheeks burning hotter than ever, the pacifier bobbing against your chest where it’s clipped to the frilly collar of your dress.

The bull chuckles, low and smug, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. You don’t even remember his name anymore. He’s been coming around for a week or two, maybe three, but she always makes you call them “Daddy” anyway, so they all blur together and slip right out of your head.

She pats his broad, sweaty chest like he’s a prized pet, nails dragging lightly through the hair there, then locks her glittering eyes on you again.

“Of course you did,” she croons, voice syrupy and cruel, every syllable soaked in mock affection. “Look how puffy your diaper already is. All that watching made your little clitty leak, didn’t it?”

You whimper, eyes fixed on the floor, cheeks on fire.

“Spread those knees, princess. Wider. Let Daddy see exactly what a real man did to Mommy while you sat there in your crinkly padding.”

Your thighs tremble as you force them apart. The thick, swollen diaper resists for a second, then gives with a loud, wet crinkle, splaying your legs obscenely wide. The saturated front bulges outward, shiny plastic stretched tight, the tiny, pathetic outline of your tucked nubbin visibly twitching and dripping against the soaked padding.

She smiles like she’s admiring the saddest, sweetest piece of art in the world.

“Poor baby girl… sitting there in your soggy little diaper, dripping like a broken faucet while Daddy gave Mommy the fucking of her life.”

The bull snorts, stretching back against the pillows like a conquering king. She melts into him, letting his huge hand palm her breast possessively, thumb flicking her nipple while she keeps her gaze pinned on you.

“Go on, sweetheart,” she purrs. “Tell Mommy and Daddy, out loud, how soaking wet your diaper got from watching a real cock stretch me open and pump me full. I want to hear every embarrassing word.”

Your voice is tiny, cracked, barely audible over the wet crinkle of the diaper when you shift.

“My… my diaper got really wet, Mommy…”

You swallow hard, eyes fixed on the floor.

“While Daddy was… was fucking you so hard… my little clitty kept leaking the whole time. It’s all swollen and puffy now… warm and sticky inside…"

A humiliated whimper escapes.

You trail off into a shamed little whine, thighs trembling, the thick padding bulging obviously between them as proof.

“Aww!! It's so fwustwating watching Mommy and Daddy have gwown up time while you wriggle and watch in your widdle pampurrs huh?.”

She reaches down and gives the bull’s spent cock a playful little pat, then turns her full attention on you.

“Are you feeling left out? Poor little thing, sitting there all puffy and sticky while the real adults played.”

She cups her own breast idly, voice dropping into that syrupy, sing-song baby-talk that makes your stomach flip.

“Don’t worry, princess. We didn’t forget about you. Mommy and Daddy got to cum… now it’s baby gurl’s turn for her special diaper cummies.”

She leans forward, chin in her hands, eyes sparkling.

“Go on, sweetheart. Rub it. Right over that silly little bump. Show Daddy how widdle baby cucks get off! Go on! Put that hand on your soggy pampurr and wub wub wub.”

Your face is on fire, but the ache between your legs is worse. Your hand drops like it has a mind of its own, palm pressing the hot, swollen front of the diaper against your throbbing nub. The second you make contact there’s a loud, wet SQUELCH, so obscene it echoes off the walls.

“That’s it,” she coos, voice dripping with syrupy delight. “Nice widdle circles. Make it crinkle for us, baby girl. Let Daddy hear every sloppy sound.”

You start rubbing, slow, mortifying circles. The saturated padding sloshes under your hand, plastic crinkling, gel shifting, your tiny nub sliding helplessly in its own warm puddle.

The bull smirks, eyes half-lidded. “That all he’s got? Looks like he’s rubbing a damn clit.”

“You saw how small it was when I was changing his diaper,” she laughs, wrapping her fingers around the bull’s thickening cock and giving it a slow, possessive stroke just to drive the point home. “It’s just a stubby little nubby. But it’s our baby’s special clitty, isn’t it?”

She leans in, baby-talk thick and vicious. “Tell Daddy thank you for fucking Mommy so good.”

You whimper, rubbing faster, the diaper growing hotter and sloppier under your palm. “Th-thank you, Daddy…”

“Louder, princess,” she orders, grinding her ass back against the bull’s now fully hard cock. “And don’t you dare stop rubbing. I want that diaper absolutely creamy and ruined before he bends me over again. You don’t get to cum inside Mommy anymore; you get to squirt in your padding like the useless little girl you are.”

She tips her head back onto his shoulder, moaning softly as he pinches her nipple hard, eyes never leaving yours.

“Rub, baby. Rub rub rub. Louder. Faster. This is your sex life now.”

Your hand is already flying, the soaked front squishing and crinkling so loudly it fills the room, but she’s not done.

“Now put one hand on your bottom, baby. Right over your pretty little plug.” She taps the air like she’s patting an invisible diapered butt. “Pat it for us. Nice and loud.”

You obey instantly. Your free palm slaps the seat of your diaper with a heavy, wet THUMP. The plug shifts inside you, the one she stuffed up your ass before pulling the diaper up tight. "So you don't have any stinky accidents and ruin Mommy and Daddy's fun!"

The sudden pressure on the fat, thick rubber plug makes your eyes roll back and a pathetic squeak escape your throat.

“Keep going. Pat pat pat. Good girl.”

You keep rubbing the front in frantic circles while your other hand spanks the back of the diaper in rhythm: THUMP… squish… THUMP… squish… THUMP… squish…

Every slap drives the plug deeper, grinding it right against your prostate, forcing fresh pre-cum to spurt into the already-saturated padding. The diaper grows hotter, heavier, sloppier with every humiliating beat.

She watches with pure glee, baby-talk thick and vicious.

“Now bounce, baby. Up and down on that plug like it’s your favorite toy. Keep rubbing your clitty with the other hand, big slow circles. That’s it… bounce and rub, bounce and rub.”

You obey instantly, lifting and dropping your weight in the chair. The diaper crinkles and slaps against the seat, the plug driving deeper with every bounce, your trapped nub sliding helplessly through the warm, slippery gel. Up—THUD—down—SQUELCH—up—THUD—down—SQUELCH.

She tilts her head, mock-adoring. “Aww, wook at the widdle baby go! Say it for Mommy. Goo goo ga ga.”

Your cheeks are on fire, but the words tumble out in a broken, breathy lisp around the pacifier clipped to your frilly collar.

“Pwease, Mommy! Pwease wet me make goo goo’s! Baby so cwose!”

“No.” The single word cracks like a whip.

“Stop touching your diaper. Right. Now.”

Your hands snap away as if the plastic burned you. A broken, high-pitched keen tears out of your throat as the orgasm slams into a brick wall and throbs there, huge, agonizing, trapped inside the swollen padding. Your hips jerk helplessly in the air, chasing a touch that isn’t there, the plug grinding cruelly with every useless twitch.

She leans forward, elbows on her knees, voice sliding back into that syrupy baby-talk that somehow feels even worse after the bark.

“No goo goo’s yet, princess. We’re going to edge that widdle clitty until you’re a crying, leaking mess. Rub again, nice and slow… all the way up to the very brink… and stop. Show Daddy how obedient a plugged-up little diaper slut can be.”

You sob, but your trembling hand creeps back between your legs. Slow circles… the soaked padding squishes warmly, the plug nudges your prostate with every tiny shift… faster… faster… the heat coils, unbearable…

Right as your thighs start shaking and your breath turns into frantic baby whimpers, she snaps, “Hands off.”

You yank them away with a wail, hips bucking at nothing, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks.

Again. And again. And again.

Each time you get closer, each time you’re forced to stop, the diaper growing hotter and heavier with denied pre-cum, your voice cracking into higher and higher baby babble.

“Pwease, Mommy… pwease… baby gonna die if no goo goo’s…”

She just smiles, letting you suffer, letting the bull watch and smirk while your entire world narrows to the throbbing, aching, utterly ruined padding between your legs.

“Please Mommy! Please please please let baby make goo goo’s! I’ll be so good, I promise!”

She lets the silence stretch until your pathetic hiccupping is the only sound in the room.

Then she leans forward, voice suddenly ice-cold and clipped. No more baby-talk, just pure, calm cruelty.

“Listen carefully, little girl: You have one chance. Right now.

You collapse forward out of the chair, landing on your padded knees with a wet thud. The diaper sags heavily between your thighs as you start bouncing on the plug like a wind-up toy gone haywire, babbling in a high, sloppy, desperate wail:

“Goo goo ga ga! Pwease pwease pweeeeease Mommy! Baby so sowwy, baby so dumb an’ usewess! Tankoo tankoo tankoo Daddy fow fuckin’ Mommy so good! Baby watched evewy single thwust an’ it made baby’s widdle clitty thwob an’ leak an’ baby wanna cweam pampurrs so bad! Pwease wet baby make big messy goo goo’s! Baby pwomise be good foreva! Baby jus’ a dumb diapee girl! Goo goo ga ga ga gaaahhh!”

A thick string of drool spills from your open mouth, sliding down your chin and dripping onto the frilly dress as you bounce harder, diaper squelching, plug grinding, tears and snot mixing on your face.

“Guh-guh-ga ga! Goo goo’s pwease! Baby beg-beg-beg! Wanna cweam for Mommy an’ Daddy! Pwease pwease pweeeee—”

You dissolve into wet, incoherent baby noises, rocking and humping the air, utterly broken.

She turns her head lazily toward the bull, one eyebrow raised.

“Well? Did the little diaper princess earn her goo goo’s?”

The bull snorts, looking down at your drooling, bouncing, sobbing mess.

“I’d like to say no just to spite the pathetic fucker… but Jesus Christ, that was the most embarrassing shit I’ve ever seen in my life.”

She laughs, bright and cruel, and flicks a finger at you.

“Fine. Go ahead, baby. Bounce on that plug and make the biggest, messiest, most pathetic goo goo’s you’ve ever made in your diaper. You have ten seconds before I change my mind.”

She starts counting down, slow and merciless.

“Ten…”

You throw yourself into it like your life depends on it. Palm slamming the swollen, squelching front, hips bouncing so hard the chair creaks.

“Nine…”

The plug rams deep with every drop, thick head grinding your prostate, diaper slapping wetly against your thighs.

“Eight… seven…”

“Goo goo ga ga! Goo goo ga—”

“Six… five…”

Your squeal turns into a high, broken wail as the pressure snaps. Hot, thick ropes surge out of your clitty in violent pulses, flooding the already-soaked padding.

“Four…”

Another spurt, then another, each one making the diaper heavier, hotter, creamier. You can feel it spreading, coating everything, the plastic bulging obscenely.

“Three… two…”

You’re still coming, hips jerking helplessly, drool flying as you shriek “Goo goo ga ga gaaah!” through the endless waves.

“One…”

The last pathetic squirt oozes out just as she reaches zero. You collapse forward, forehead on the floor, diaper sagging low and ruined, a warm, sticky, utterly destroyed mess between your trembling thighs.

She laughs, bright and cruel.

“Good baby. Look at that pathetic little cream-pie you made in your pampers. All because you watched a real man fuck Mommy.”

You’re still huffing and puffing, chest heaving, face burning as the post-nut fog rolls in and the full weight of what you just did crashes over you. She just smiles wider, savoring every second of your shame.

“And speaking of cream pies…”

Her legs part slowly, revealing the glistening mess between them—his thick load already starting to ooze out in slow, sticky strands down her crack and into her ass.. She crooks a finger at you, beckoning with a lazy, commanding flick.

Her thighs fall open like theater curtains. Thick, pearly ropes of the bull’s load are already sliding out of her, dripping down her swollen lips, over her asshole She crooks one finger.

The rustle of plastic is my favorite symphony. It’s the sound of my world falling perfectly into place, of three grown men, now my giggling, squirming little boys, lying side by side on their changing mats, their thick diapers squish as they kick their legs in the air. I lean over the first one, my fingers deftly undoing the tapes of his soaked diaper. The scent of baby powder and warm plastic fills the air, and I breathe it in like it’s the sweetest perfume.

“Mommy’s got you,” I coo, lifting his hips just enough to slide the fresh diaper underneath. His cheeks flush pink as he squirms, his hands clutching at the air like he’s trying to grab the clouds. The diaper tapes snap into place with a satisfying stick, and I can’t help but grin. He doesn’t even try to hide his excitement, his eyes are wide, his mouth slightly open, a drool trail glistening on his chin. He loves this. He loves that I’m the one doing it.

I move to the next, my heart swelling as his diaper sags under its own weight, the plastic outer shell crackling with every tiny movement. He whines when I pull the wetness away, his legs scissoring in protest. “Shhh, baby,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Mommy’s making it all better.” The new diaper puffs up around him, snug and perfect, and he immediately relaxes, his fingers finding his mouth. His eyes roll back just a little as he sucks his thumb, lost in the comfort of being so small, so cared for.

The third one watches me with adoration, his own diaper a stinky mess between his legs. He doesn’t even pretend to be embarrassed anymore. He wants this. Wants the way I fuss over him, the way I powder his skin and pat his bottom after taping him up tight. He giggles when I blow a raspberry on his tummy, his voice high and silly, nothing like the deep, serious tone he used to have. “Mommy’s best boy,” I whisper, and his face lights up like I’ve given him the world.

I step back, my hands on my hips, admiring my work. Three grown men, three little boys, lying in a row, their diapers fresh and thick, their faces soft with contentment. The first one coos and reaches for me, his fingers brushing my sleeve. The second one is already dozing, his thumb in his mouth, his chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths. The third one just stares up at me, his eyes full of trust, of love, of something so pure it makes my chest ache.

This is what I made them. This is what they let me make them. Their old selves, the ones who paid bills and wore ties and pretended to be so big, so important, would be mortified. But those men are gone. In their place are these beautiful, helpless little boys, their minds foggy with babyish bliss, their bodies wrapped in thick diapers and love.

I run my hand over the first one’s diaper, feeling the crinkle under my palm. He sighs, his hips lifting just a little, chasing the touch. “Mommy loves you boys,” I say, my voice thick. And I do. God, I do. The pride in my chest is a living thing, warm and bright, because this? This is mine. I built this. I took their hands and led them into this soft, silly world, and they followed. They trusted me.

The first one suddenly giggles, his diaper squeaking as he wiggles. “Mommy,” he lispes, his words slurred and sweet, “me wuv you.”

All grown men should try diapers and nursing from a bottle just once. Who wouldn’t love it? If we’re being honest with ourselves, we all would! Plus, every guy would look so adorable waddling around the house, looking for his mommy, in nothing but a big ol’ diaper and hello kitty shirt!