KindredBab

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“Let’s get a diaper on you,” I say, resting a hand on his lower back as we leave the bathroom.

“Let’s get my night-night diaper,” he echoes as we cross the threshold into the bedroom.

“Can you get it for me?” I ask, and he dutifully opens the bottom drawer of his dresser and turns back towards me, holding it in both hands.

“Can you imagine what would happen if someone were to come over,” I say as he climbs onto the bed, “and see your diaper drawer? Maybe if my mom came over and was snooping around…”

“Stooop.”

“And learned you were still a baby…that even though you have a big job now you still need some help or else I’d wake up in a soaked bed every morning.”

“This is private…”

“I know honey. I’m just teasing.”

I push his knees back and he takes the cue and holds his legs up while I slide the diaper under him. I’m not even finished taping it on when a little spurt of pee escapes him and soaks into the padding.

“Oh baby. Why don’t you go potty before I get this on you?”

“I don’t knoww…”

“Honeypie. Do you like going pee-pee in your diaper at night?” I finish with the tapes. He lets his legs fall back onto the bed and rests one hand between his legs. I don’t say anything, watching him to see what he does next.

I watch the diaper swell under his hand.

“Peeing your diaper already?” I tut, finger on my chin. “Right in front of me? Not even trying to hide it?”

He sits up, hand still over his crotch. He moves it away, setting it on his inner thigh.

“Look at your wetness indicator. Well, I guess we don’t have to. You’re soaked.”

He glances up at me and then looks down at his diaper again.

“How often do you do it on purpose? I’ve been kind of curious…”

“Uhh. Fairly frequently…”

I love when he uses big words, even when behaving like this. And that awkward formal phrasing. Coming from someone sitting in front of me, almost naked except for his puffy diaper.

“Does fairly frequently mean every night?”

“Well, no, I…it still happens when I’m asleep, too, so…”

“Uh-huh…but you weren’t asleep just now, were you?”

“No…”

“Were you trying to turn me on? Because it’s working.” I climb onto the bed and push him down onto his back, straddling him with my crotch half a foot over his diaper, hands pushing hard into his shoulders. I shove my knee into his diapered crotch and it squishes against my jeans.

“Ohh…” is all he can say. I undo my fly with one hand and slip my fingers into my underwear, where it’s wet and slick. I rub myself, legs wiggling and shifting without me trying. I lean down and kiss him.

I plant my knees firmly on either side of his torso, kneeling over him.

“I’m going to get myself off now. Let’s see how long you can last without cumming your wet night-night diaper just from watching me, okay?”

He wiggles under me, clenching his teeth.

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Mommy knelt down in front of Tim, adjusting the collar of his onesie and smoothing his hair with practiced affection. "Now listen closely, sweetheart," she said with a kiss on his nose, "Mommy has to be away tonight, but don’t worry: I’ve arranged for a very special babysitter to look after you." Tim’s eyes widened instantly. He didn’t need to ask who. Mommy smiled knowingly as she stood, grabbing her purse. "Be on your best behavior for Amanda, okay? You know what happens to naughty boys. But good boys? Good boys get… rewards." With a wink, she slipped out the door, her heels clicking against the tile as the sound slowly faded.

Tim's breath hitched the moment he saw Amanda standing in the doorway, purse slung over her shoulder and that familiar teasing glint in her eye. She didn’t even have to say a word just her presence was enough. His cheeks flushed pink, and his knees pressed together automatically, the soft warmth blooming in his pull-up as excitement took over. He hadn’t even gotten a proper hello out before it happened. It was like muscle memory now: Amanda meant attention. Amanda meant no using the potty. Amanda meant cummies.

"Aww, someone missed me," Amanda cooed, already wrapping him in a tight, squishy hug. "Did my little guy just make tinkles for me? Mmm, I bet you did. I can feel that warm soggy tushie through your pants."

Tim whimpered softly into her shoulder, too overwhelmed to answer. The scent of her shampoo, the crinkle of his damp padding, the low, knowing tone in her voice, it all folded over him like a weighted blanket. Mommy was great, of course. Mommy kept him safe and snug. But Amanda? Amanda played with him. Amanda knew what a needy little boy he really was.

Before long, he was stripped and laid back on the changing table in his nursery. Amanda worked efficiently, humming a tune as she cleaned him up. Her touch was casual, familiar. He didn’t even flinch when she pressed the cold wipe against him, he was too focused on the way her eyes kept flicking downward, like she was inspecting him.

"Hmm…" Amanda tapped her chin playfully. "I think I see a very good boy here. Do you think you’ve earned a little extra, hmm, crinklebutt?"

Tim nodded so fast his binky nearly bounced out of his mouth.

That was all she needed.

Her fingers slowed as she unfolded the fresh diaper, keeping it close to his skin, but not taping it up. Instead, she cupped him gently, just enough to make him squirm and moan through his pacifier. “That’s it,” she whispered, “Show me how much you missed me.”

As she worked him expertly with soft, deliberate touches, Amanda leaned close, her voice like syrup in his ear. "You know this is where you belong, don’t you? Diapered and needy. Boys like you don't need big boy things, just thick, crinkly pampers and someone to take care of your little urges. That’s the truth, baby. All boys belong in diapers where they can be kept cute, safe… and completely under control."

Tim let out a stuttering gasp, hips bucking helplessly as the pleasure overtook him. His body shook on the padded mat of the changing table, his soft moans muffled by his pacifier. The release came in waves hot, overwhelming, unstoppable. His fingers curled, his legs trembled, and all he could do was ride it out as Amanda held him steady, guiding every twitch and whimper like she’d done it a hundred times before.

Amanda didn’t flinch. She simply guided him through it, watching calmly as his body spasmed, catching every drop in the waiting diaper. When he finally slumped back, limp and red-faced, Amanda smiled. “Good boy,” she purred, taping the diaper up snug around his hips. “Now you’ve got something warm and sticky to remind you that you belong in diapers.”