Little Sophie

"Ohhh Mikey! Did you go pee pee in your diaper like a baby? You didn’t realize, I know sweetie… Tell me, what happened? You went night-night after auntie tucked you in and helped you to get in your “just in case” diapers, alright… Remember how much you fought about it? I remember hearing you say you were a big boy already, and that boys your age didn’t wear diapers. But go on..."

"Then after auntie kissed your forehead goodnight you went beddie byes, okay… And you don’t remember anything else? What happened when you woke up? Oh you realize you were wetting your diaper and you came to my room to ask me for the potty? That’s why you’re making that silly dance? You still need to go?"

"Awww that’s very mature of you Mikey, good job holding it! But even so, I can see a little wet spot in the front of your diapers. And that potty dance you’re doing isn’t helping you. Instead of coming here you could have go to the potty by yourself!"

"Do you know what I think? I think someone isn’t really a big boy yet, and he’s still scared of sleeping away from home, am I wrong? I think somebody misses his mommy so much when he’s away that his wittle pee pee finds a way to remind him of this."

"Uh-oh, I see your lip quivering. Is auntie right? Do you miss your mommy that much? Ohhh no Mikey, there’s no need to cry! Do you want me to call her so she can pick you up? It’s okay, you can tell her all by yourself how you miss her and went pee pee in your diapers."

The way Connie, er, Mama looks at me is positively mortifying. It's as if the flecks of green in her irises are all subtly judging me as I look up at her in shame.

"Baby, do you wanna tell Mommy something?" She asks, in that same, damn mocking tone she always uses. She already knows the answer to the question she's asking. Mommy never asks a question she doesn't know the answer to already. When she asks if I'm wet, it's not because she's genuinely curious, it's because my Huggies have been sagging down between my legs, and I've been too busy playing to notice.

She wants to give you the opportunity to admit it. To claim babyhood yourself without having it pushed on you.

And now, she's asking me to basically confess to masturbating in my diaper- "making cummies" as she calls it, usually in that sing-song voice she always uses, and which she usually tells me is a big "no-no" without permission. This time, I didn't get permission at all. I grinded my diapered pussy back and forth on "Mr. Teddy," a large brown teddy bear that has been a consistent bedfellow ever since I signed up for... whatever this new life is. The only times Mommy and I make consistent physical contact are kisses, hugs, spankies, changies, rubbies, bathtime, and feeding. It's actually quite often, just never sexual.

Now she's standing over me, arms folded, holding a fresh diaper in one hand and a hairbrush in the other. I haven't had my bath yet, and the left eyebrow is going up, so she's probably not planning on brushing my hair with it.

"Did you make humpies and cummies without Mommy's permission?" Mommy asks, a grin playing about her face as her hands migrate to her massive, sexy hips.

"Yes... I-I'm sorry, Mommy." I spit the words out, tears beginning to form. This is so fucking humiliating. Here I am, a 34-year-old grown-ass woman, standing in naught but a very wet and heavy diaper, calling my roommate (and now, caregiver) "Mommy" and apologizing... to her... for sexually relieving myself. How pathetic is that?

"Well, Tessa, you're a very smart little girl." The 29-year-old nurse smiles, leaning over to get down to my level. "Can you tell me what happens when babies make cummies without Mommy's permission?"

"Th-they... they..." I begin, knowing the answer but wanting to delay the inevitable, as my puss- er, princess parts once again begin tingling at the thought of my sexy caretaker bringing down one of her world-famous spankings on my pale, waiting ass cheek.

Mommy knows my tricks. "They get what, Tessa? Come on, you know this."

"Sp-spankies." I spit the words out, tripping a bit over my words, which seem to have been jumbled a bit by how hard my heart is beating in my chest. This isn't fucking normal. This isn't how a grown woman with a law degree should be living her life. Yet, I chose this, as Mommy constantly reminds me whenever I don't take my punishments well. This was my decision.

"Do you believe you should get spankies?" Mommy asks. Despite the opinionated nature of the question, don't be fooled, there is a RIGHT answer to this question, and not giving it results in more spankings and even corner time if I've acted up enough.

"Yes, Mommy." I answer.

"And why is that, Tess-Tess?" The nickname. God, my sex is burning now, and she knows it. Mommy's a big fan of tension, and she's building it masterfully, like a skilled architect.

"Cause I'mma... I'm a... a big... a big, dumb, helpless little baby..." I give her what she wants, shivering all the while as I wait for my pleasurable punishment at the hands of the Disney Princess hairbrush. I could cum right now, but I don't. The spankings are pleasurable as fuck, but they make sitting down really uncomfortable, even with the padding that my thick, fluffy Huggies give.

"Good girl. Assume the position." Mommy sits down on our sofa and pulls my tummy onto her strong, muscular legs, pulling my big, heavy diaper down to my ankles before delivering a firm, hard swat onto my butt, causing it to jiggle just a bit. WHAP!

I begin to tear up a bit- it hurts so good.

"That's the first one." Mommy comments, winding up for another. WHAP!

"Ughhhhh..." I moan, more tears coming as I queue up my best, most babyish voice to appeal to my Mommy. "I'm sowwy, Mommy... I... I did-dent mean to..."

"You should be. Eight more." Mommy replies, not even giving my attempts at getting off without too much of a sore butt the time of day. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Mommy spanks me more, and I let out a gentle, pained yelp with each. This is so fucked up. I know it, she knows it. But it works. And she's training me.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Because I deserve it. I made cummies without her permission. Or her help. Just like a bad girl. And I'm not a bad girl.

WHAP!

Mommy always tells me the spankings are to help me. To train me. To make me what I want and need to be to make Mommy happy...

WHAP!

...a good girl.

I'm a whimpering, shivering mess now, tears running down my face and an ass as red as a rose. Mommy pulls my diaper up and brings me up into a sitting position on her lap.

"Next time, come find me when you're ready to make cum-cums, little girl." Mommy softly whispers, as I slump into her. "You're a good girl. Mommy hates doing that to you, but you gotta follow Mommy's rules, Tess-Tess." She presses a kiss from her plump, soft lips into my forehead. It feels amazing.

"Yes, Mommy..." I reply, feeling tired, but relieved. Mommy loves me. She takes care of me, even when I'm too dumb and babyish to do so for myself.

"Now, honey- let's get you into a fresh diaper and put you down for a nap with a baba." Mommy carries me over to a changing table, as consciousness begins to leave me.

Coordinated outfits every day, a chastity cage for him and a belt for her. Thick diapers that would almost render their chastity irrelevant. I'd watch them squirm and fuss and whine as they tried so hard to have any sort of meaningful intimate contact in their crib after I put them to bed. They'll never make it happen though.

I'll make sure they never need to care about the state of their diapers. Hypnosis and conditioning will make sure that the idea of controlling their body isn't even something they could come up with in a dream. Completely reliant on me, but completely unaware of how abnormal that is for a "grown adult". I can't let them fully sink into the idea of being a baby, that would lose me all of the beautiful humiliation.

They won't be completely without pleasure though. I'll be sure to milk his prostate during each change. Can't have his body thinking that it gets to have any control over what leaks from that pathetic little cock. And her. Oh that sweet little thing. I'll tie them both down next to each other so that they can rub their mittened hands together while I peel the chastity belt off of her and fuck her. Load after load in her beautiful body while her "boyfriend" watches.

Two obnoxious adults, a couple on the verge of falling apart because they can't let their egos go. Two sweet little siblings, more precious than anything in this world. Don't worry. I'll make sure you're taken care of and put in your proper place.

oh sweetheart, your puppy parts look so puffy and sensitive! my poor needy little thing. there's no need to be embarrassed. when you get all hard and sticky like this, it means it's time for daddy to touch you. i know it can be intense, but we have to make the ache go away, ok?

just relax, sweet puppy. that's right. daddy's here. daddy's got you. i'm going to start touching you now and i'm not going to stop until your puppy parts feel alllllll better.

getting muzzled because any chance i can get to lick, suck, and drool over someones cock or pussy, im going to take it until theyre shaking and trying to shove me off

getting muzzled because i like the taste of slick and cum too much, because i wont stop shoving the smaller pups down and tongue fucking their holes until they cant cum anymore