Big Titty Goth Mommy

i’m acting up? don’t degrade me, ask me why i’m being all pouty, tell me how good i am, give me praise to make me feel better, cuddle me until i feel better, gently kiss my bratty and pouty attitude away!!!

The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the rows of grown men sitting cross-legged on the padded floor. Their thick, crinkling diapers, some adorned with cartoon dinosaurs, others plain white, bulged slightly under their baby blue t-shirts. Ms. Harper stood at the front of the room, arms crossed, watching with a smirk as the last straggler, a broad-shouldered man with a buzz cut, shuffled in. His face was flushed, his jaw clenched. He hated being here. That only made it sweeter.

The screen flickered to life, and the room fell silent.

"Good boys fill their diapers," the cheerful voice cooed, accompanied by the image of a muscular man in a onesie, his face twisted in pleasure as he rocked his hips against the padding. "The toilet is only for girls. You are a baby boy."

Ms. Harper’s lips curled. She loved this part.

Jake’s fingers twitched against the plastic between his legs. The diaper was thick, too thick, but that was the point. He could feel his body responding to the hypnotic rhythm of the screen. "You don’t need to hold back. Let it all out, baby boy." The words slithered into his ears, warm and sticky.

Beside him, Tommy giggled, already grinding his hips into the floor. His diaper crinkled loudly with every movement, the sound filling the space between them. Jake swallowed hard. He hated this. He loved this.

"Good boys don’t fight it," the voice purred.

Jake’s breath hitched. His cock strained against the padding, the friction maddening. He shifted, trying to ignore it, but the screen flashed, another man, this one on all fours, humping his diaper like a dog in heat. "You’re just like him. Aren’t you?"

Tommy moaned softly, his hands rubbing his diaper. Jake’s face burned. He wasn’t like this. He wasn’t.

But his hips betrayed him, rocking forward, just once.

Ms. Harper’s heels clicked as she strolled between the rows. Some of the boys were already lying flat on their tummies, their diapers crinkled obscenely as they humped the floor . Others, like Jake, still fought it, their faces twisted in shame.

"You can’t help it," the voice crooned. "You’re a baby boy. And baby boys fill their diapers."

Jake’s teeth ground together. His cock throbbed, trapped, the pressure unbearable. He could smell it, the baby powder, the plastic, the musk of sweat and something fouler. His hips jerked again, his ass lifting off the floor.

Ms. Harper reached over, her fingers brushing Jake’s thigh. "C’mon, Jakey," she whispered, her voice high and teasing. "You know you wanna."

Jake groaned, his pride crumbling. His hands rubbed the fabric of his diaper, pulling it tighter against his cock. The screen flashed "Good boys don’t think. Good boys just feel." and Jake stopped thinking.

The room was a symphony of crinkling plastic and ragged breaths. Ms. Harper paused beside Jake, watching as his hips pistoned upward, his diaper crinkling with every desperate thrust. His face was a mask of pleasure and humiliation, his lips parted in a silent gasp.

"That’s it," she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. "Let it all out."

Jake’s back arched. His cock pulsed, the sensation overwhelming. He wasn’t going to... he couldn’t...

But he did.

His body shuddered, his hips stuttering as he came into the diaper. The warmth spread, the padding swallowing every last drop. His face burned, his chest heaving.

Tommy clapped, his own diaper squelching with every movement. "Good boy, Jakey!"

“What color are the pretty Christmas lights baby? Is that one of your favorites?”

“What’s that you’re writing in cutie? What’s it called?”

“How many sides are on the stop sign baby? Can you count them for me?”

“Can you read the clock baby? What time does that say? How long until we have to leave?”

My Squirmy boy 🤍

A little who's mostly potty trained is still required to wear a swim diaper at the pool under her swimsuit, a cutesy one-piece with a ruffly skirt. Cool, she thinks! She can just use it when she needs to go, instead of having to waste time waiting in line for the potty and going there, even though her mommy tells her that she still needs to use the potty like a big girl. So she doesn't stop to go peepee when her mommy recommends it.

She also doesn't go after the break for water and a smoothie, when she can feel herself start filling up with pee. She doesn't want to stop riding on the slides! It's so fun, and yes, she's noticing the pressure more and more when between the rides, but, she can go whenever, so she doesn't have to worry about leaving time to get to the potty. And it kind of feels a little good to be so full of piss.

She gets to the line for the really big slide, the new one they put in this summer and it really starts hitting. She's really really full, her lower tummy is bulged out a little bit around her bladder, and the pee feels like it's taking up all the space in her belly from her bellybutton right down to her pee hole. It REALLY really wants to come out, it's trying really hard, and her bladder keeps spasming and trying to force little leaks out.

But she doesn't want a wet diaper on the slide! Even though it's wet from the water on all the rides, she's sure it would be noticeable, and the lifeguard up at the top of the slide might notice and send her alllll the way back down the line to the bottom to get her mommy for a change. So she holds it, at the bottom of the line, and she keeps holding it up the first two flights of stairs, and then wiggles and jiggles and squeeeeeezes her way up to the very tippy top where the slide is.

She's pretty sure the lifeguard notices how she's nervously shuffling in line and fidgeting with the skirt on her way to the tube down the slide, but he doesn't say anything.

The big slide is REALLY fun, but she lets out a little spurt of pee on the way down by accident, because it's so fast and spinny, and she REALLY needs to go potty, so she finds her mommy and decides to go.

She's trying to be casual and discreet about it when she lets go standing there, but- PSHHHH!! The swim diaper doesn't hold anything back at all! The peepee just sprays right through it, right onto the pavement in front of her mommy!

She manages to stop peeing for just a second, long enough for her mommy to turn around and see her panicked expression and the wet spot between her legs on the ground. She thinks about rushing to to the potty. But she can't keep it in any longer than that, because she's just so so full and her body was expecting release and letting a little out weakened her muscles and she finds herself pissing herself completely, right there in the middle of the waterpark, the piss soaking and dribbling through her diaper and swimsuit.

Her face is red, and she tries to look down so she can hide it with her hair, but it doesn't work very well. And even if she doesn't look down, she can hear the spattering of the pee against the pavement. She looks up at her mommy.

Mommy looks down at her, and smiles. "Looks like someone learned about swim diapers today."

All she can do is nod, face completely red.

Mommy takes her to the pool showers to clean up. She has to take her whole swimsuit off to get the swim diaper off and get scrubbed over by Mommy, and everyone in the shower room is cooing at her. "Awww, did your little one have an accident? What a cutie!" One woman asks.

"Yes, she did." Mommy says. "She thought she could avoid a potty break by using her swim diaper... I really would have thought she'd know better."

The little whines and tries to hide her face, but Mommy moves her arm so the woman can see her cute blushy face.

I keep imagining the sub caught between us, buried deep inside me, trembling, overstimulated and whining, while the switch holds him by the hips and fucks him from behind. And sub's trying so hard to keep thrusting into me, even though he's already a mess because the switch keeps driving him forward with every sharp snap of his hips.

And I'm right there under him, dragging my nails down his back, pulling him closer, whispering filthy praises in his ear. Telling him what a good boy he is, how he's taking us so well, how pretty he looks falling apart for both of us...

Sounds like they need a screen detox!

With no other options, they'll be playing with dollies and trucks rather than scrolling their Insta in no time!

watching as they start squirming and grabbing at themselves. playing dumb and taking their hand in mine, pretending like i just want to cuddle. their eyes going a little wide as i take away half of their holding power. soon, my free hand will find its way to their thigh, teasing them slowly the way i love to.

hearing their whines speed up as they get more and more desperate. the gasp as they start to lose control. "f- fuck, i'm leaking."

i chuckle at their panicked whisper. "yeah, i know. i can feel it. poor baby can't even hold their bladder?"

kissing their forehead as they whine at my tone, the hand on their thigh gently spreading their legs apart because whiny things don't get the privilege of pressing their thighs together to hold.

eventually they go still, their breath catching as warmth blooms between their thighs. they choke out a little desperate plea, "i'm- i'm peeing. i can't hold it."

my hand just tightens on their thigh, rubbing against them gently. they tug on my shirt, trying to get me to take my hand away. "nonono please move, i'm gonna soak you-"

He smiles up at her around his pacifier.

“I knew you’d be feeling better. You slept for a couple hours.” She gently pulls the blanket off him. “Oh, don’t sit up yet, honey. You soaked your pull-up. Let me help you.”

She pulls him up by his hands until he’s sitting up on the pad she put under him. It is very wet. And cold.

“That can’t be comfortable. We’ll get you changed.” She has the blanket bundled up in her hands. She turns it over. “Oh, this is wet, too.”

He looks away, one hand fidgeting with the corner of the pad. “Sorry…”

She shrugs. “We’ll just throw it in the wash.” She drops the blanket on the floor next to the couch and helps him stand up. He tugs at the bottom of his pull-up.

“Oh, yeah, definitely not comfy anymore, huh?”

He shakes his head. He’s all the way awake, now, and he doesn’t feel sick anymore, but he still feels really little and he isn’t sure why. He almost feels like he’s going to cry.

She must have noticed his face twitch or his forehead wrinkle. “Heyy…oh my goodness.” She puts her arms around him and squeezes him. “Let’s go take a shower.”

But it’s just him who gets in the bathtub. She helps him get the wet pull-up off, and he realizes how turned on he is as it falls on the shower floor with a wet thud.

She turns on the telephone shower head and takes it down, rinsing his belly and legs. He starts to pee again without really thinking about it.

“Aw, you needed to go more, huh?” She stands up and he sits down so that she can hold the shower head over him and wash his hair. He’s stuck looking down at his erection.

“I think you need another pull-up after we dry you off,” she says, turning off the water. “Are you gonna be okay with that?”

He nods. He really wants another pull-up.

“Okay, let’s step out of the shower. There.” She wraps him in a towel and runs her fingers through his wet hair. “Can you pick one out of the drawer?”

He squats down to pull the drawer open and rifles through it.

“That one?” she asks, taking the purple pull-up from him. He nods. He knows they’re meant to be the girl design but somehow they make him feel safer than the blue ones sometimes, when he feels really little and helpless.

He holds the pull-up while she rubs lotion on his legs and privates. She seems to be ignoring that fact that he’s hard and a little leaky. He doesn’t mind.

“Okay, give that to me, honey.” She holds it out and he steps into it, arms on her shoulders. “It’s a good thing you stayed home from work today, huh? Even if you’re feeling better now, you’re still too little to work today.”

He nods and she takes his hand, leading him to the bedroom. She pulls open the drawer of his dresser and takes out three different shirts and three pairs of shorts. “Which ones do you want to wear, baby?”

He shakes his head.

“Is that too hard? Okay, we’ll put one back.” She picks up his green shirt with the puppy on it and his black shorts and puts them away. “Okay, it’s two choices now. What do you want me to dress you in?”

He points at his yellow and blue stripey shirt and green shorts. “Okay, help me get these on over your pull-up. You can button them. You can do it, honey. You did it yesterday and this morning. There we go. You got it.”

She pulls his shirt over his head and then picks up the pacifier from on top of the dresser and clips it to his shirt. “There. Now that’s easy access in case you need it. Do you need to sit on my lap for a little bit?”

He nods, and she climbs up on the bed and he climbs onto her lap. She rubs his hair again, kissing his cheek and then his lips. He doesn’t notice his hips rocking back and forth until she puts one hand on his waist. “Are you hard still?”

He nods, face hot. He’s not sure why he feels so embarrassed. She already noticed that he was hard in the bathroom.

“Are you wet?”

He buries his face in her shoulder and nods. “I think so.”

“A different kind of wet, huh? You always get so leaky when you’re turned on. More than any other boy I’ve ever met.”

He whines into her shoulder.

“You’re not going to get very much friction at all humping the air like that,” she says, folding one leg up and grabbing his waist again, centering him over her thigh. “Start humping that. There you go.”

When he gets shy and starts to slow down she places a steady, firm hand on his lower back and pulls him closer. “You can go harder. There. Are you close?”

He whimpers. “I don’t want to ruin another pull-up.”

“It’s okay. You need to go. There you go, pretty boy. That’s the right way to do it. There.”

His breath hitches in his throat. “I’m going,” he gasps, sitting up between her legs and squeezing his thighs together.

“Does that feel good in your pull-up? I know if does. Are you almost done?”