Little Logurt

Hold me close and tell me I'm your precious little girl, that you love me and only me and that you want me to be your baby forever 🥴 fill my brain with silly lil thoughts of colouring and bottles while I fill my pretty little diaper for you 🍼💕

Soooo I may have been edged out of my mind horny the other night and downloaded a potty training app 🫠 it’s called Potty Whiz (even the name is blushy lol)

You can use it to track potty use and accidents but also other habits for your little one, like brushing their teeth or making their bed, which is just too precious. You can set timers on it as well to remind your little one to try to go potty or to remind you to check on them and see if they need to go. You can also invite others to track with you, so a good way for caregivers to keep their little ones accountable :)

#mdlb #diaper #femdom #abdl #submissive #humiliation #fetish #mommy #regression

I never thought I’d be here. Not like this. Not with my knees pulled up to my chest, my fingers twisting the hem of my oversized onesie, the thick padding between my legs squishing softly every time I shift. The room smells like baby powder and something sweet, maybe the lotion she rubbed into my cheeks earlier, maybe the faint, warm scent of my own pee.

I should be embarrassed. I know that. But the way she’s looking at me, her lips curled just enough to say I told you so, makes it hard to care.

“You’re such a good boy,” she murmurs, her fingers brushing through my hair. I hate how much I love that. How my shoulders relax, how my breath hitches just a little. “All filled up for me already?”

I don’t answer. I can’t. My face is burning, but my body is warm, heavy, content in a way I never let myself admit out loud. The diaper is soggy, the wetness indicators a deep, telling blue, and every time I move, I can feel it, proof. Proof that I’m not the big, tough guy I pretend to be. Proof that I like this. That I need it.

She laughs, low and knowing, as she taps my nose. “No shame in it, sweetheart. You’re supposed to use your diapers.”

I groan, burying my face against my knees. “I’m twenty-seven,” I mutter, like that means anything. Like it changes the fact that I’ve been sneaking into the baby aisle for months, that I’ve spent more nights than I’ll admit curled up in my crib, thumb in my mouth, waiting for the world to feel small and safe again.

“And?” She tilts my chin up, her thumb brushing my lower lip. “Age is just a number. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

I swallow hard. I should argue. I should push her away, stand up, prove I’m still a man. But the way she’s looking at me, like I’m something precious, something small, makes my chest ache.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “Yours.”

Her smile softens, just for a second, before she’s pulling me onto her lap. I go willingly, my body moving before my brain can catch up. The diaper squishes loudly as I settle against her, my head tucking under her chin. She hums, her hand rubbing slow circles on my back.

“Such a good boy,” she repeats, and I hate how much I melt into her. How my eyes drift shut, how the last of my resistance crumbles. “All wet and heavy for Mommy.”

I whimper. I whimper. And I don’t even care.

She shifts me just enough to press her palm against the swollen front of my diaper. “Mmm. You really wet alot, didn’t you?” Her fingers tap lightly, teasing. “Bet you’re glad you’re not in those big boy underwear now, huh?”

I don’t answer. I don’t have to. We both know the truth.

She kisses the top of my head, her lips lingering. “My sweet, silly boy. Always fighting it until you’re right here.” Another tap, this one firmer. “Right where you belong.”

I should be humiliated. I should be furious. But all I feel is the warmth of her, the weight of the diaper, the quiet, perfect rightness of this moment.

And when she whispers, “Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?” all I can do is nod.

Because she’s right.

This is where I belong.

cookie monster : spotted

today he's in charge of dip checks ;)

His diaper and pacifier silently awaited him atop the coffee table. Normally, they would be hiding away in a box behind my dresses, but tonight was different. Tonight, I was going to spoil him.

He had been such a good boy, after all; he was following his rules: completing his chore chart, cleaning, cooking, and even doing the dishes. So after he got home from work, I would whisk him away to a weekend of forced diapers, snuggles, and love from Mommy. Nothing less than he deserved.

I didn’t have to wait long; the keys jingled in the lock as I heard him arrive. I sauntered to the door with a tilted smirk. Of course, I was going to enjoy this too.

My mommy momentum was momentarily interrupted by the sight of my precious boy holding a bouquet of roses and a box of all my favorite snacks.

My eyebrows bounced in surprise: “What’s all this, baby?”

“Just a little surprise,” he flashed that goofy, crooked smirk that I love. “I just felt like getting you a little something to show you how much I appreciate you.”

“Ahhwwww baby,” My cheekbones hurt from how big I was smiling, “I got a little something for you too…”

I brandished my own devious smirk as I held his adorably infantile diaper in one hand and his equally childish pacifier in the other.

“I was kinda thinking I would spoil you tonight,” he blushed, “give you a nice, long massage and draw a bath with a bath bomb for you…”

“Hmmm,” I purred at the thought of being spoiled, “Mommy says we’re doing both.”

“But–”

“Or I could put you in time out?” I raised a playful eyebrow, almost daring him to cross me when I was in Mommy-mode.

“Both is good,” he held his hands up defensively.

“Good. Why don’t you draw Mommy’s bath while I get your diaper change all set up?”

“Okay Mommy,” he nodded enthusiastically before dashing off into the bathroom. What a cutie.

I wandered into our closet where I took out a footie onesie that sported a little green tail to look like a dragon. I heard the bath run and eventually stop before my boyfriend appeared in the door way.

“C’mere baby,” I waved him over.

“Let’s get these silly big boy clothes off you,” I pulled his shirt off and dragged his pants to his ankles, widening the leg holes enough for him to step out.

I gently guided him onto the open diaper on our bed, awaiting his babyish bottom. I powdered him and taped up the diaper before dressing him in the onesie.

“Now honey,” I found a slightly sterner voice, “Mommy needs to keep an eye on you, so that you don’t get into trouble. You can play with your tablet in the bathroom, while Mommy takes her bath, okay?”

“Okay Mommy,” he licked his lips, obviously not too upset by this.

I caught him gazing up at my wet, naked body from his spot on the floor quite often, but he was otherwise enraptured in his little tablet games. What a baby!

After I had gotten sufficiently dry, I found myself face down on the same mattress I had diapered him on mere moments ago. I felt his warm, soggy crotch straddle my hips. Of course the little potty pants was wet already; I would have to see about diapering him full time.

Whatever musings –regardless of how entertaining– faded away as his lotioned hands pressed into my back, rubbing up and down my length.

“MMmmmm,” I moaned as gentle music began to play.

I really would have to spoil him…

After a divine –almost orgasmic– massage, I led him by the hand to the TV room. I asked him if he wanted to watch Adventure Time, a mostly age-appropriate show that both of us enjoyed. Unsurprisingly, he accepted with enthusiasm.

“Baby,” I sat down in the recliner, “there’s one more thing I want you to do for me before we watch the show.”

“What is it?”

“Humiliate yourself for mommy.”

I stuck my leg out, signaling to him exactly what I expected.

He bit his lip in recognition before planting his squishy, diapered crotch onto my foot.

“Atta boy,” My hand found its way to my pussy as he started to grind.

“m-Mommy~” his moans rang out, signaling that the baby was already close. Yep, I was definitely putting him in diapers full time after this.

“Go ahead baby,” I offered encouragingly, “Spurt for Mommy!”

“Goo goo –GAH GaH,” he mewled out, climaxing with the words I taught him.

“Good boy. Now let’s watch some Adventure Time.”

As he watched on the floor, I drank in the sight of my emasculated little boy watching his cartoons. I fingered myself to a quiet, yet satisfying orgasm. My body twitched with barely restrained pleasure as I finally released a pent up, laborious breath.

“Mommy?” He held me in his dreamy eyes.

“Yes, baby?”

“Whether it’s you taking care of me or me taking care of you, every moment spent with you is just as sweet.”

“Ahhww Baby,” I gushed as I slid down to the floor to wrap him in a hug. “Mommy loves you, sweetie.”

“I love you too Mommy.”

Then, I tickled him.

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+