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Mommy keeping me where I belong ☺️☺️☺️

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This tiny cage is perfect for mommy’s baby cuck 🤭

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Changing The Diaper Dumper 🧷🍼 Pampers Omutopia Pastel Puffies

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When mommy likes to dress me in very short shorts and very thick diapers 🙈

Do I have any other metalhead abdl friends on here? Name the band tee!!!

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Train me like this >>>>

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Babies are to be seen, not heard 🤫

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The car slowed abruptly.

“Wait—no,” he said, panic already in his voice. “You’re not really pulling over here, are you?”

She flicked on the hazard lights, steering the car smoothly onto a gravel shoulder. The road behind them stretched empty and quiet, trees on both sides, but they weren’t alone alone. Not if someone drove past. Not if someone slowed down.

“You’re soaked,” she said flatly, throwing the car in park. “You’ve been squirming in it for thirty minutes.”

“I—I can wait till we get home,” he stammered, voice cracking. “Please. It’s just a little—”

She unbuckled her seatbelt with a sharp click and turned to him with one eyebrow raised. “A little? Baby, your diaper is sloshing. I can hear it when you shift.”

He went crimson. She didn’t wait.

“Back seat. Now.”

He didn’t move.

“Do you want me to carry you?” she asked, calm as ever, opening her door. “Because I will.”

He scrambled to obey, climbing awkwardly between the seats, his soggy diaper squishing beneath him. She met him on the other side, opening the rear passenger door and sliding in behind him with a practiced hand already reaching for the diaper bag.

“You can’t do this here,” he whispered desperately, glancing around at the treeline. “Someone could drive by. What if they see?”

“Then maybe they’ll learn how to properly care for a whiny little brat who doesn’t know when to speak and when to hold it,” she said, pulling out a blanket and laying it across the seat.

He covered his face with his hands as she patted the back floorboard.

“Lay back. Now.”

The car creaked as he obeyed, blushing furiously, legs drawn up as she helped guide him into place. She tugged down his pants with no ceremony, exposing the swollen, sagging diaper beneath.

She clicked her tongue. “Absolutely disgusting. This thing’s ready to burst.”

He whimpered. “Can’t you at least close the door?”

“No,” she said, tearing open one tape. Rrrrip. “It’s hot. You’ll live.”

“Someone could—”

“—see you getting changed? Then maybe they’ll understand why you’re in diapers to begin with.”

She peeled back the front of the diaper, revealing everything. He gasped in shame.

She just smiled.

“Aw. Look at the little thing. All shriveled and soggy.”

He turned his face into the seat cushion and groaned.

The wipes came next—cool, clinical, relentless. She wiped him down with slow efficiency, lifting his legs high and proud as cars hummed in the distance.

“I love this part,” she murmured, one hand holding both his legs up as the other slid another wipe beneath him. “Right here. You’re so exposed like this. So quiet.”

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered.

“You’re not sorry yet. But you will be.”

She balled up the used diaper, bagged it, and pulled out a fresh one—thicker, crinklier.

“No boosters this time,” she said as she slid it under him. “You didn’t earn them.”

“But I didn’t leak,” he said, still pleading.

“You whined.” She sprinkled powder across him with a flourish. “And you lied about being wet.”

She pulled the diaper up and over his hips, snug and final. The tapes went on tight.

Tape. Tape.

“There,” she said, pressing her palm into the front with a slow, dominating pressure. “All clean. Until you make another mess.”

She leaned forward and kissed his forehead.

“Next time you argue about being changed in public?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’ll do it in a grocery store parking lot.”

She shut the diaper bag, left his pants at his ankles, and patted his padded crotch with one soft thump.

“Back in your seat, sweetie. And don’t forget to thank me.”

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My sweet baby boy 💕

Just For Fans

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Always encourage your little ones to make cummies in humiliating ways! It makes them more dependent on their diapers and on you! Besides, who doesn't appreciate watching their little one helplessly cum in their diaper? 🤭🤷🏻‍♀️

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Dont you want to match mommy? Youll look so pretty in Pink for me 🤭🎀

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yeah, youre right..

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Daddy’s baby doll

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“Not so fussy now, are we? All those tantrums earlier, and look at you now. Just a little bundle in my arms, suckin’ away like a thirsty widdle thing.”

He whimpered around the nipple but didn’t stop sucking.

Her hand moved lower—absently, deliberately. It slid beneath the fleece blanket, brushing over the front of his diaper.

Then it stopped.

“Oh…”

She pressed her palm more firmly against the shell. No mistaking it now. Swollen. Straining.

“Well now, that’s interesting.”

His face turned crimson.

“I thought you didn’t like your diapers,” she said softly, rubbing in slow, circular motions. “Wasn’t that what you said this morning, when I taped you in?”

He whimpered louder. The bottle slipped slightly, and she adjusted it with her other hand.

“You said it was gross. You pouted, kicked your feet, told me you were ‘done’ with all this. Remember?”

More sucking. More silence.

“And now here you are,” she whispered, her hand gliding down again, “leaking into your little crinkly front just from a baba and a rubby.”

She gave it a soft pat.

“Must be confusing, hmm? All warm and snug, sucking down your milk, your diaper getting tight in all the wrong ways.”

A tiny groan vibrated against the bottle’s nipple. She smiled faintly.

“I wonder what’s got you all worked up, baby. The soft padding? The way I talk to you? Or maybe…”

She leaned down, her voice barely a breath against his ear.

“Maybe it’s the taste of Daddy’s juice still sitting on your tongue.”

He flinched.

“Oh? That’s it, isn’t it?” she teased, her fingers curling possessively over his crotch. “You’re just a little diapered plaything with everyone’s flavor inside you. And you love it.”

She kissed his forehead.

“Suck your bottle. Stay hard. And don’t you dare cum until I say so.”

She inclined her head and shrugged, “if I say so…”

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Image credit: Jessica Nova

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Bend over baby, I need to check the leg cuffs of your diaper, otherwise you're going to leak with how much pee pee you make!

I think you're just too little for pull-ups baby, let's try again later. For now, let mommy put your diaper on and we can forget about the potty for a while.

Uh-oh, I think I smell poopies! Did you make a messy in your diapies baby?

Now that's a thick diaper you've got on baby! I guess you're just going to have to crawl around the house now.

Do you want mommy to hold you while you make a pushie baby? It's okay, mommy will help you get comfortable.

Let me check your diaper honey, I need to make sure I put enough powder on you so you don't get a rash today.

I think this pink diaper will suit you best princess. Come on get into the diaper position for me

You come over here and sit on mommy's lap. Your diaper has more than enough padding to keep you comfy.

I hope your are not hungry baby, because you're not getting out of that diaper until you make stinkies for me

I think it's time to go honey, you always get fussy right before you have an accident in your diapers.

This post is dedicated to Mommy Kat (Goddess Kat Marie)