Tall Bean, Little Dreams

Hellooooo Tumblr! Long time no see, just wanted to let yall know I’m still around, it’s just been one wild year so sorry for the lack of posts. Expect more post coming from me next year!

A tribute to the wonderfull world @all4thedips has created.

The morning sun spilled through the kitchen window, warming the tiles as Jason fidgeted on the couch. His diaper, freshly changed just minutes ago, was already warm and squishy. He wriggled his legs, his face twisting into a pout.

“Ugh! I just changed you two minutes ago, and you’ve already gone poopy again!” Anna groaned, pinching her nose as she leaned over him. The smell was unmistakable, thick, musky, and undeniably babyish.

Jason kicked his feet, his cheeks flushing. “It’s not my fault! It’s all that formula you keep making me drink! And the oatmeal! It’s way too much fiber, Mommy!”

Anna shot him a sharp look at the word Mommy, but her lips twitched. She knew he only called her that when he was being extra bratty. “Well, if you didn’t gulp it down like a starving little baby, maybe you wouldn’t have these accidents,” she said, tapping his stuffed diaper with a finger.

Jason squirmed, his voice taking on a whiny edge. “But I hate sitting in a messy diaper! It’s all squishy and gross! Can’t you please change me?”

Anna crossed her arms, unimpressed. “Nope. You’ve had your change for the morning, and I’m not wasting another diaper just because you can’t hold it for five minutes. You’ll wait until after lunch.”

Jason’s bottom lip jutted out. “But that’s hours away!”

“Exactly,” Anna said, turning back to the sink. “Now stop fussing. I have things to do.”

Jason huffed, kicking his legs against the couch cushions. He hated waiting. But deep down, a little thrill ran through him at the thought of Anna treating him like this, like a naughty toddler who needed to be kept in line. He shifted again, the wetness and warmth of his diaper pressing against him. It was embarrassing. But also… kind of nice.

Jason pouted harder. “But Mommy...”

“Don’t you Mommy me,” Anna cut in, though her tone was more amused than angry. “You made this mess, so you can sit in it. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before chugging your bottle like a greedy little piglet.”

Jason’s face burned, but he couldn’t help the way his toes curled at her words. He loved when she talked to him like that, firm, teasing, she was in complete control. He squirmed again, the squish of his diaper loud in the quiet kitchen.

“Please, Anna,” he tried again, switching back to her name like it would make a difference. “I’ll be good. I promise!”

Anna dried her hands on a towel and turned to face him, hands on her hips. “No. You’ve had your change, and that’s final. Now, unless you want me to put you in the corner with a red bottom, you’ll stop whining and go play in the garden.”

Jason’s eyes widened. “The garden? But someone could see me!”

“Then you should’ve thought about that before you made a mess,” Anna said, unfazed. “I don’t want the house getting stunk up by messy little babies. Go.”

Jason groaned, but the fight had already gone out of him. He knew that tone, she wasn’t budging. With a dramatic sigh, he slid off the couch, his diaper sagging with every step. He shot her one last pleading look, but Anna just shooed him toward the back door.

“Go on. And don’t you dare track anything inside when you come back.”

Jason trudged outside, the crisp morning air hitting his flushed face. The garden was empty, the swing set swaying slightly in the breeze. He plopped down on the grass, crossing his arms with a huff.

This was so unfair.

But as he sat there, the warmth of his diaper seeping against his skin, he couldn’t help the little smile that tugged at his lips. Anna was so mean to him sometimes. And he loved it.

He kicked his feet against the grass, watching as a few neighbors wandered by, men in colorful, puffy diapers, some playing with toys, others being scolded by their wifes. One of them, a guy named Mark, was sitting in a sandbox, his wife laughing as she dumped a bucket of sand over his head.

Jason’s smile grew. Maybe being a “little baby” wasn’t so bad after all.

He wiggled his bottom, the squish of his diaper a constant reminder of his place. Anna would change him eventually. And until then… well, he could always make the most of it.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, he reached down and gave his diaper a little pat. Crinkle, crinkle.

By far still my favorite onesie momma has got me 💜🥰. Comfort levels are a

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Just “bee”-ing mommas typical busy Bee 🐝 💨🌻

(Busy wetting myself that is 😉🤫)