Our Love Story

It was 6:04 am on Sunday morning when he woke. He wouldn't admit it if you asked but he was awake and wanted to nurse but.. Mommy was still sleeping...

With each tug at the shirt and pretend message I could tell the baby was indeed awake and wanted to nurse.

Capitalizing on the moment I began whispering into the little guy's ear that I could tell he was in a wet messy diaper. Like an aphrodisiac the aroma of baby powders, creams and pee filled the air. With a rumble and a toot baby began messing his diaper. The smells filled the room so entirely that the puppy groaned.

Embarrassed, baby retreated to the bathroom to continue messing his diaper. I followed just in time to grab his bum as he filled the diaper. Mommy made sure to smush that tushy and rub that pee pee reminding him, "what a good baby you are for filling those diapers! I love when you mess your pants and I can feel it in my hand. Now make goo goo while I rub your bum ... "I can feel his tiny nub begin to grow but instead of a release mommy just places a Milky breast in him mouth instead....

After a quick drink, it was time for a fresh teddy diaper with thick cream and powder. Baby didn't know it yet but Mommy had been edging and regressing him slowly all week and today was going to be no different.... Except no adulting or middling today...

Putting Disney on and watching the little guy suck his thumb I knew he was hungry. So it was time for his new oatmeal. Long ago his mother failed him nutritionally, and I have been tasked with the responsibility of getting his diet and health under control. He has no impulse control and is truly at risk for type 2 diabetes and other health related conditions... So Mommy has taken over and everything is much better now...

He loved his new Earth's Best baby oatmeal! Little does he know how much better it is for his IBS and gut health!

There we were driving through one of the busiest intersections in our city listening to music, headed to see friends when all of a sudden he says, "are we dating?... Or... I'm going to call you my girl"

My response was...well we laughed... " You can call me your girl but we're not really dating...."

We both just looked at each other and started laughing as we drove through the intersection. That was nearly two decades ago now.....

Love to diapers

Throughout the years we laughed, traveled, but one thing always stood out..... Boo-boo Never slept through the night. He claimed it was because he only needed 4 or to 5 hours of sleep but then would fall asleep all day long from exhaustion. It wasn't until 3 years into our relationship that I realized he was hiding diapers in the closet and putting them on after I fell asleep.......

Confronting the diapers

I immediately confronted him wondering why we had adult diapers in our home. He introduced me to the world of ABDL. I had never heard of adult baby diaper lovers and was immediately interested to learn more. He explained to me that he enjoyed wearing them because he was a DL- diaper lover.

Being one of the first relationships to not run away from his interests, he immediately wanted to teach me and show me everything there was to know. And when I say we dove into the deep end, I mean it. It began with him thinking he could put me in diapers and be a Dom. This was his way of introducing me to the world of little space.

Things still didn't seem to add up. I started noticing a few onesies in the house. And he always said it was just because he needed to hide the diapers when he wore them. Then I started noticing nuk5 pacifiers hidden under beds or in drawers of the bedroom. I started questioning what was actually going on.

But then everything changed one afternoon.......

Why diapers became mandatory....

Regularly we'd be out on family outings and we would have to make a mad dash for the car and rush home so that boo boo wouldn't poop his pants. I couldn't understand why a full-grown man was pooping his pants on the regular and sometimes having potty accidents.

Worried that something medical was going on. I immediately made him schedule an appointment with his PCP. Come to find out boo boo had been hiding from me that he has IBS and nocturnal aneurysms. His doctor explained to me that the type of IBS he had made urgency to go a challenge and that using a toilet to sit or pushing could cause rectal bleeding and anal fissures. This sounded really serious. I asked him what the best solution was. And he said adult diapers, no toilets. He explained the medical fallout if this type of behavior continued.

Then he explained to me the real reason Booboo wasn't sleeping through the night. It had nothing to do when not needing sleep. However nocturnal anduresis is a condition in which the brain does not signal the body to wake when it needs to go to the bathroom. He explained that my husband would forever be a bed-wetter.

That night as we drove home I immediately called up our insurance company and asked what diapers were covered under our insurance. As we drove in silence to the house, boo boo was quite embarrassed by all of his revealed secrets. As we sat in the driveway, I continued making the appropriate phone calls to have his diapers delivered to our house within the next week. I looked him in the eyes and said you will wear these and you will not use the toilet as prescribed by your doctor. And so began a life of love, laughter, health and consequences...

Mommy? How.....

About 7 years into our relationship and one year before our wedding boo boo looked me the eyes and said you have taken such great care of me over the last 7 years. Will you marry me and be my mommy. It was the most amazing proposal! I immediately said yes. A year later we were married husband and wife but honestly mommy and boo boo.....

Where it's going now...

Booboo stood in the doorway, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, already knowing the answer before he asked.

“Mommy,” he said, voice careful, “can I have ice cream tonight?”

I didn't look up right away. I was deliberate like that — silence as instruction. When I finally met his eyes, my expression was calm, controlled.

“No,” I said simply. “You know why.”

He did. Sugar aggravated his IBS. Late-night indulgence always cost him days of discomfort. More than that, though, it violated the structure he had asked me to hold for him — the rules he relied on when his own discipline slipped.

Instead of arguing, he nodded. “Yes, Mommy.”

I rewarded him that evening in other ways. Extra time on his video games with other little friends while the snow piled up outside. A quiet night. Predictability. Safety. I knew there would be no work the next day. I also knew how temptation worked when boundaries softened.

I fell asleep before him listening to the tranquil snowfall.

And that was when he chose badly…

He got the ice cream anyway — a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, eaten quickly, guiltily, standing at the counter like a secret he hoped wouldn’t echo. By morning, the container was buried deep in the recycling.

He thought he’d gotten away with it.

He hadn’t.

When booboo came inside from walking the dogs, there was I to meet him at the door with the empty pint in my hand. I didn’t raise my voice when I confronted him. I never needed to. Disappointment landed harder than anger.

“I said no to ice cream,” I said.

He couldn’t meet my eyes. Excuses rolling off his tongue in an effort to save his bum. From the I'm sorrys to the I didn't know's, he knew what was coming.

“This isn’t about ice cream,” I continued. “It’s about trust. You asked me to take control of your health and your spending habits because you don’t manage them well on your own. That means my rules matter — even when I’m asleep.”

He swallowed. “I understand.”

“Do you?” I asked quietly.

I reminded him of our agreement — the dietary rules, the spending limits, the expectation that he would ask before breaking structure. He had violated more than one boundary in a single night.

“So,” I said, standing, “there will be consequences. Go sit on the bed and wait for me.”

I took my time, making sure he had time to think and understand why it was happening. Slowly I pulled out the diaper, the enema bottle, the Cobra Chasity cage and the paddle. Making sure to place them on the bed next to him.

Then I said, “Mommy is very disappointed in your behavior. Do you understand why you are getting a spanking?”

“Yes mommy because I ate ice cream after you said no.”

Then I bent him over my knee and began spanking his bare bum. The sting wasn’t the point. The lesson was. It started with my hand and then the paddle and back to mommy's hand of authority. “I forgot! I’m sorry!” Cried Booboo. “next time you won't forget. Mommy spanks you because Mommy cares about your health!” I said.

Then it was time for his chassis device to be locked on. Making sure I had the extra small pink one. I locked the key hearing the click.Booboo knows that sound means business. With only one word and a tap, I said, “up” and his legs went up and the enema went in. Then he was sent to the bathroom for timeout and to mess his diaper.

Making sure to check the naughty baby I reinforced his diapers by making sure to mush that poopy mess into his bum the whole time. Whispering “ let it go for mommy. Mommy is here and everything will be all right. Mess your diaper like a good boy for Mommy. Make sure you eat right and mommy won't have to clean you out” Booboo messed his diaper right there in mommy's hand while crying and realizing his emasculation.

Realizing booboo had learned his lesson and needed a nurturing mommy I immediately pulled out a full firm milky breast and inserted it into his mouth. Sending booboo into a state of complete submission. I whispered into his ear, “let Mommy fill you up. Healthy good babies ask for milk when they want something sweet.”

Clearly booboo's mother has failed him. To reinforce good decision making, I informed him that for the coming week, all meals will be planned and handed to him by me. No impulse eating. No decisions made alone. His diet would be simplified — gentle foods, chosen carefully, to reset his body and reinforce the structure he’d broken.

He nodded again, smaller this time. Calmer.

“Yes, Mommy.”

I touched his chin, lifting his face just enough to make him look at me.

“You don’t follow rules because you’re weak,” I said. “You follow them because you’re learning to trust — and to be taken care of.”

He exhaled, the tension easing out of him.

And this time, he meant it when he answered.

Did you sleep well? Looks like your diaper is full but not messy... So you can walk the pups while I make coffee... Now that you're messy let's change that diapy. First we clean Booboo then slowly with an abundance of lub begin to insert my finger into his baby bum. Caged in his holy trainer, with mommy's finger on his prostate, a huge milky breast is inserted into his mouth! " Remember where you get your pleasure from little one.. Mommy's milk and your baby hole." Cum? No, not today it's Monday silly, Sunday funday will come soon enough. Now with a caged, bulging baby nub inside an animal ABU diaper I massage the prostate and put the vibrator on to help... Cum? NO baby, not today? Now full of milk, hard as steel, and horny it's time for work. Bye BooBoo see you for lunch!

Kiss kiss. Love Mama M