Little Trident 🔱

🌿🐇 just a smol bun exploring big big nature 💛

Bb boy has started using “Mama” more than my name and I melt into a puddle every time. (I think he likes seeing me blush just as much as I like seeing him.) Then he started this repetitive thing to get my attention even though I was clearly in the middle of something.

“Mama. Hey, Mama. Maaamaaa. Mama I need you! ….please.” I look at him and he’s sitting on the floor legs out long, one hand up and one hand covering his diaper. “I too squishy…”

I walk over and he immediately embraces me and lets out a teeny tiny “I sorry” into my dress. I grab his face & give him a questioning look, kneel down and check his diaper…

Leak. 💧

Bb whines and pouts little apologies out of embarrassment. (Which is honestly the cutest thing. His little voice is the most pathetic, yet darling sound.) Mama gets him all cleaned up, checks on his little cage and puts a thicker, more absorbent diaper on him for the evening. All better now.

Thank you my Mama. I so lucky Mama. I love you mama.

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One year. One whole year since he had given her everything. His time, his affection, his potty privileges…. He felt a thrill of excitement as her soft skin rubbed against him.

“Did you have a nice nap, baby boy?”

He nodded dreamily. “Yes, Momma.”

She slipped a finger under the leg band. “And all dry too! Aren’t you Mommy’s big ole man?”

He giggled and proudly puffed out his chest. “I’m a big boy!”

She gave his crotch a squeeze, feeling the hard plastic beneath. “Ohh that’s too bad.”

He looked at her curiously.

She snuggled closer, lips hovering above his ear. “I like it when you’re little.” She gently nipped his earlobe.

The warmth of her breath shivered its way through his body.

Her finger traced tingling trails across his chest. She watched with amusement as his diaper pushed up slightly. “What’s that, baby? Do you have something in your diapy?” She nipped at his neck.

He nodded fervently.

“What is it, hunny?” She started to rub.

He squirmed. “The cage, Mommy…”

“What was that, hun? What about Mommy?”

Need radiated from him in waves. “The cage, Mommy. Please take the cage off my pee pee.”

She stopped rubbing. “Ohhhh! That’s what you meant. You have to go pee pee for Mommy?”

“N-”

She kissed him on the forehead. “Sorry, sweetie. It’s hard to understand babies sometimes. You can make pee pee. Mommy will hold your diapy nice and tight, so you don’t leak.” She gave him a squeeze.

He resigned himself. It was easier to be good and do what she wanted. He closed his eyes and concentrated. The warmth spread quickly.

 She kissed him. “Good boy!” She was rubbing his diaper again. “Good babies get rewards… did you know that?”

 His eyes were wide and full of hope. “Nuh-uh”

 She giggled and stood. “You don’t know much, do you?”

“No, Mommy. I’m sorry.” He looked down, crestfallen.

She smiled warmly. “Don’t be sorry, hun. I know you’re too still too small.” She began to remove her panties, teasingly slow.

He felt his heart beating wildly. He could his desire steadily dripping into his daiper. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to feel the wet diaper against his prince parts. “Mooommyyyy,” he whined.

The sound nearly broke her façade, so laced with need that she wanted to run over and tear into him. She could wait though. She was patient. She sunk to the floor, legs splayed, finger already working in small circles.

“Shh. Just watch Mommy and rub. I’ll give you the most specialist tummy time ever when I’m done.” She began to tease her nipple, delighting in his envy. “But for now, you just get to watch.” Her breath hitched. “Are you a big boy?”

He shook his head. His diaper squished against his frustration. “No, Mommy.”

She slipped three fingers inside, reveling in the freedom of adulthood. “Are you a big man?”

He was enraptured, eyes glued to the lascivious display unfolding before him. “No, Mommy.” He began to suck his thumb, sinking further into submission.

It started gently. Ripples of contractions tickling through her abdomen. Then came the pulsing, and the contractions, and the sweet mind wiping rush of bliss. She arched backwards, giving him a clear view of her womanly gifts as she found release. It was over quickly. She leaned against the wall. She fixed him with an intense stare, immoral intent burning in her eyes.

He shrunk back from the passion of that stare, suddenly feeling very, very small.

A quiet, peaceful spot in the garden, nestled in the soft shade of the overhanging trees. There she lies on a blanket, completely lost in her own little world, carefully coloring with her favorite pencils.

She gently shifts, making a soft, sweet crinkle. Her thick, candy-patterned padding is full on display as she concentrates on her pages, looking so small, safe, and perfectly content. Just a sweet little girl, entirely untroubled by the big world outside. 🎀✨🍭

Onesie: @onesiesdownunder

It's the birthday of both her kids. They've each turned 18, and are now adults.

But mama isn't happy about that. She doesn't want her little ones to grow up. And she's decided she won't let that happen.

At dinner, mama has started giving her kiddos extra drink during their meals. They go to bed, and the water settles in them, making their bladders full. And thus, they accidentally wet the bed, creating a wet puddle on their sheets.

Mama comes in her son's room first. "Oh, did my little boy have an accident?" She says pretending like she doesn't know why it happened. "Well we can't have you wetting yourself, can we? Don't you worry darling, I have just the thing."

She takes her boy's clothes off, leaving him standing there naked as he watches mommy change out his soiled sheets. But she doesn't replace them with normal sheets. Instead, she replaced them with a sheet that has cute babylike prints.

She orders him to lay back down on the bed. She then takes out a nice, thick diaper, and watches as her son's eyes widen. "Mom! You seriously can't expect me to wear—"

But mama cuts him off, pressing her finger against his lips. "Shh baby. It's not "mom" anymore. You are to call me mama, or mommy." She put the diaper beneath his bottom, and vegans to tape it up over his hips. He's not happy about it.. yet. But he knows he has to do whatever mommy says.

Once he's all cleaned up, mama tucks him back into bed, and kisses his forehead. "Good boy.." she mummers. "Don't take it off now. I'd hate to have to give you a spanking~"

And now, she heads to her daughters room. She's standing there, her pants wet, her sheets wet, and she's trying to figure out what to do. As she sees her mama come in, her cheeks flush in embarrassment. She's embarrassed at her mother seeing her, an adult woman, who's just wet herself.

"Oh dear.. did you have an accident too, princess? Your brother just had one too! It's okay, mama will get you all cleaned up."

The routine was the same as before. Mommy strips her daughter of her clothes, and changed her sheets into something with those same babylike patterns on them. And then she guides her daughter to lay down again as she retrieves another diaper.

Just like her son, her daughters eyes widen. "M-mom! No you can't do that! I'm not a b-baby! I'm an adult!"

But mama just tsked as she placed the diaper beneath her bottom and taped it up. "Oh come now.. a big girl wouldn't be wetting herself, now would she? That's something babies do. And now, mommy is just treating you accordingly.

Once the diaper was secured, she tucks her daughter into bed, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Sweet dreams baby.. mommy will be ready for you in the morning."

This was just the beginning...

The next morning, both of them were woken up. Mama calls them into the kitchen. "Your breakfast is ready."

They both walk into the kitchen. They are both almost fully naked except for the diaper covering them. They noticed something different. There were two large highchairs in the kitchen. On them was their food, but placed on children's plates. And next to that was a sippy cup filled with their favorite drinks.

Mama helps both of them into the high chairs, and puts a bib around both of their necks. "There we go! I wouldn't want my sweet babies to get messy."

After they ate, mommy takes the bibs off and lets them out of the highchairs. They are then taken to the bedroom for a diaper change.

Now it's playtime. Mommy puts cartoons on TV and lays out all their old baby toys for them to play with. By now, they both are starting to slip into regression.

But now, it's time for some extra fun playtime...

Mommy sits down on the couch across from them. "Aww how sweet.. look at you two playing together. Okay, I have a extra super special game for us to play! Would you like to hear it?"

Regressed and babied to infancy, they both nod.

Mommy stands up, and guides her son to lay down with his legs parted slightly. She then guides her daughter to sit on top of him, so their diapers are pressed right against each others.

"That's it! Very good.. now just slowly start grinding.. yes just like that.."

They start to rub against each other. Brother's bulge rubs against his sister's clit through the padding. They both start to moan and cry in pleasure. Oh it feels so, so nice...

They begin to feel a pressure building up between their legs. Their regressed minds can't really comprehend what's happening. But one thing is for certain. And it's that this feels GOOD. And they need more.

Then the orgasm happens. Their breathing grows more heavy, their moans and whines becoming more high pitched as they both start to tremble.. and then they release themselves, filling their diapers with not only pee, but their cum too.

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“What’s wrong, honey? Aren’t you excited for dinner?”

Bethany looked down and gave a sullen suck on the paci clipped to her dress. No, she wasn’t looking forward to dinner. It was bad enough her husband-turned-daddy had dressed her in this humiliating outfit. Now someone else was going to see just how far she’d fallen. Years ago, before she’d met Daddy, she’d been a graduate student pursuing a doctorate in English. Now it was difficult to get more than a sentence or two out before her speech devolved into an incoherent mess of babbling and coos. She hugged her stuffed rabbit close, fingers balling in frustration beneath the velvety, padded mitts used to make her even more helpless. She didn’t like wearing the mitts. They took simple things, like holding her bottle, and turned them into a constant struggle. More complicated tasks like opening doors, getting dressed, and feeding herself were absolutely impossible. They forced her to rely on her oft smirking husband for things that were simple for others, especially the bathroom. Bethany whimpered around her pacifier and squeezed her legs together. The thick diaper under her dress crinkled loudly. Potty privileges had been one of the first things to go. It was hard to be defiant towards the person who kept your bottom dry and poopy free, after all.

He cupped her chin, tipping up her pouting face to meet his eyes. “The food smells wonderful, dear. Daddy is very proud of you.” He planted a kiss on her forehead.

Butterflies tickled Bethany’s insides and she felt her cheeks flush. Whenever she wasn’t actively being teased, punished, or uncontrollably filling her diapers, Daddy would “let” her do all the chores around the house, just like a big girl would. She didn’t work or go to school anymore. Little baby girls are too dumb to think about stuff like that anyways. Her new “job” was to cook, clean, and keep up with her exercises to stay in shape. All were very important tasks for a proper girl, at least according to Daddy. It was debasing, humiliating, and utterly exciting. She leaned into him, pressing her ear against his chest and inhaling the scent of his skin. Sometimes being a baby slave had its perks.

He pushed her out to arm’s length and began to tidy her up, lightly brushing her dress and smoothing out unruly hairs. “Now, when Daddy’s guest arrives, I expect you to be on your best behavior, understand?”

She nodded meekly and gave her stuffy a squeeze.

He smiled warmly, and her knees went weak. “That’s my girl.”

The doorbell suddenly chimed, as if summoned by their exchange.

He took her small hand in his, easily covering it with room to spare. “That must be her, come along, kiddo.”

Her? It was a woman? Somehow, the fact that it was a woman made the situation all the more demeaning. Bethany’s stomach churned with apprehension as she let Daddy lead her away.  

Soft footsteps and crinkling followed their passage down the hall. They stopped in front of the door. Daddy turned to her. “You know the drill, sweetie,” he said, gesturing to the floor.

Bethany nodded and submissively sunk to her knees, awaiting her inevitable ordeal.

Daddy threw open the door. “Rayna, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

Bethany, kneeling with her eyes to the floor, frowned. Rayna… the name sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it. She concentrated and wracked her regressed mind for the connection. She sighed a second later, giving up. Remembering things that happened more than a few days ago was so hard now. She worried about it sometimes, but Daddy told her little girls didn’t need to remember more than that. Things of that nature were better left to adults.

Rayna chirped back, “Hey, I’m so glad to finally meet you.” Her eyes locked with Bethany’s. “Ohh, how cute! This must be baby Beth.”

Bethany looked up, lips parting to greet the visitor as she was trained. “Hewwwha, what? Rayna?!” The discovery knocked her breath away and color drained from her face. Her eyes shot to Daddy, then to Rayna, then back again. No, no, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. Rayna was the name of the freshman girl she’d tutored back in college. The girl she’d become close friends with, despite their differences in age. She was almost like a little sister. Now she was here. She was pretty, and 6 years younger than her, and she was standing in the doorway, beaming with joy at her infantile senior.

Bethany scrambled to her feet and pushed at the hem of her dress, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity but only managing to make herself look like a flustered toddler. “Wha-Rayna, why are you here?”

Rayna let out an exaggerated titter and began taking off her shoes. “To see you, silly baby. I wanted to taste some of that delicious cooking your daddy’s always bragging about.”

“But, but how did you… why-“

Daddy interrupted her. “Hush. Babies shouldn’t be asking silly questions.”

Bethany turned to him, pleading. “But, Daddy!”

He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow in warning. She fell silent.  

“Good, now that that’s settled, shouldn’t you be doing something right now?”

Bethany flushed and looked at her feet. She couldn’t do something like that. It was too mean. She sniffled and balled her tiny fingers in frustration, only to eventually sink back to her knees. Fighting would only have her repeating the same process with a much redder bottom. Slowly, one hand in in front of the other, she crawled toward an expectant Rayna.

Rayna giggled and looked to Bethany’s husband. “Is she always this feisty?”

He shook his head. “She’s usually well-behaved. I think I let her have a little too much juice this afternoon.”

Bethany reached the other woman and stopped. Wordlessly, studiously avoiding eye contact, she lifted the hem of her dress and positioned herself over Rayna’s feet.

“What’s she doing,” Rayna asked, bemused.

“Oh, she’s just saying hello.”

Bethany could feel hot tears of embarrassment beginning to form. Shutting her eyes tight, she began to speak in lisping squeaks. “Hewwo, miff Wayna. My name isth Baby Beff. Itsh nithe to meet’choo.” She wrapped her arms around Rayna’s leg and did as she’d been taught, pathetically grinding her diaper against their visitor’s foot. The waterworks were on in full now, fat drops of salty fluid pregnant with shame and twisted excitement. “I wuv my diapees. Dey make me feew soft and tingwy. Pweeze pway wiff me wots and wots.” She retreated with the final word, quickly crawling back to Daddy’s comforting presence and burying her tear-streaked face into his pant leg.

"Awh baby, do you really not know? I think your pretty pussy knows. I mean, you're getting all wet for it already." The object pushes against my hole slightly and I realise what it is.

"Is that my big girl toy?" My hips lift as much as I'm able when strapped down, my body seeking the sensation as he pulls it away.

"Good job baby! It is." He removes my blindfold so I can see my purple dildo in his hand. "Daddy is going to put this inside you and then tape you into a fresh diaper. How does that sound?"

"But daddy! Whyyyy?" I whine, grinding against it as he holds it still on my big kid parts.

"Shhhh baby, just relax. You know daddy only ever wants what's best for his princess." I open my mouth to protest but all that comes out is a moan as he inserts it into me. "See, your princess parts know this is what's best. God, you're so wet that it just slides in so easy." He thrusts it in and out a few times, gaining more moans from me as my eyes glaze over slightly.

"Daddy...." I whine, trying to rut my hips as he holds me down to tape me into a diaper. The padding pushes against the dildo, keeping it in place. He rubs my padding, making me pant with need.

"Now, go play baby. And no cummies without daddies permission." He helps me off the table and walks me to where I was colouring before this change. Each step makes the dildo move and I'm struggling to focus my eyes.

He sits me down, making the padding push it deeper into me and his words sound like they're far away "Be a good baby and finish your colouring for daddy. If you do a good job of staying in the lines, I'll put it on the fridge. How does that sound?"

I nod, picking up my crayon. My body shifts naturally so I'm able to rut against the floor. Daddy pops a pacifier in my mouth and I suck on it, drooling down my chest as I hump against the floor, pushing the dildo as deep as it can go. I hear my daddy laugh, half notice him pull out his phone to record me.

I'm just his dumb, brainless, fucktoy baby. I won't have cummies without permission. But he'll keep me needy for as long as possible. Maybe this will be more common. I just can't think of ever living my life without a dildo deep inside my princess parts and a thick diaper keeping it there while I'm feeling so dizzy in the moment.