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[beardedkidunknown]

Sweetie, Mommy has to go away on a business trip for the next few days, so I’ve asked my mother to come over and take care of you. I expect you to be on your best behaviour for her, understand?

Yes, I know she has some rather extreme rules even for a supporter of female superiority - insisting that men speak in baby talk at all times, not letting you wear anything to cover your diapers, making you eat nothing but baby food… But I don’t care. In fact, I think it will be good for you to go through some full baby treatment for a while.

That’s enough fussing, little boy! When she arrives in a few minutes, you’re going to greet her at the door in nothing but your diaper, say “Goo-goo ga-ga!” and give her a big kiss on the cheek. Now, you haven’t made a stinky today sweetie. I know you’ve been holding it, but I won’t punish you as long as squat down and dirty your diaper right after you’ve finished greeting my mother. You know she likes to see a boy who’s properly diaper trained. Have I made myself clear?

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I need this walker to be made

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It's One of My Finest Works.

Gleaming with a broad smile. "Well, there you are, sweetie! Perfect timing, too. Said the interior decorator as she stood proudly inside her creation. A room awash in an overwhelming shade of bubblegum pink. Sunlight filtered through sheer curtains that cast a rosy glow on everything.

He stood in the doorway, mouth agape. "What... what is all this?" His eyes, wide with disbelief, darting from the enormous crib to the extra-large changing table across the room. A strand of fluffy pink and gold tassels dangled above an oversized and baby-themed shelf where his desk used to be.

The woman beamed, oblivious to his horror. "It's the new nursery, of course, silly! And if I do say so myself, it's one of my finest works. Though," she paused, a slight frown creasing her brow, "it was certainly... a unique project." Still grasping the side of the large crib. "Of course, I've done nurseries before. And like most projects, it's typical to work with the client and get their input. But I have to say, your wife... had some very specific ideas for this room, right down to the furniture dimensions."

Finally finding his voice. "Muh... My wife? Hired you? But... but I was supposed to do the nursery. I mean, we'd agreed this would be the room, but we're not pregnant yet. We haven't even started trying again!"

Her smile wavered slightly. "Ah, yes, well. About that. Mrs. Henderson mentioned you'd been a 'little' behind schedule. And perhaps," she paused, choosing her words carefully, "You were not entirely embracing the 'spirit' of the project." She said, as she casually picked the largest diaper he'd ever seen from a stack on the changing table, turning it over in her hands. "But she said you needed some, what was it...extra motivation, is that true, little guy? What's this? Yeah, I know, that was the face I made when I first saw how big these were, too. I had no idea they made such things. But yep, they sure do, in cute prints and everything, and we've secured caseloads of them!"

Staring at the diaper. It was obvious it was sized for an adult yet adorned a babyish motif. "Extra motivation?" he repeated weakly.

"Indeed." She confirmed as her gaze sharpened, a knowing glint in her eye. "Yeah, I think it's expected that the one who occupies this room is going to be quite the handful. Apparently, your wife wanted everything extra durable, extra-large, secure, and... nurturing." She walked over to the oversized crib, patting the mattress. "This custom crib, for instance. Plenty of room for... growth, or it's already the perfect size for a bigger certain someone. And the theme she wanted," she continued, her voice dropping conspiratorially, "was very clear; she said it should be a room fit for a perfect little princess. She even gave me a list of your... habits, to incorporate into the design."

His face paled. "My habits?"

She nodded, a smirk playing on her lips. "Yes. Apparently, someone needs to learn to listen to directions better, mind their manners, and perhaps, just perhaps, put HER pleasure first!" She gestured to a series of framed, overly cutesy cross-stitch sayings on the wall: (Always Listen to an Adult, Mommy Knows Best), (A Proper Young Lady Always Minds her Manners), and (Mommy's Pleasure Comes First, Often, and to her Satisfaction)

She turned back towards him, her hand on her hip, eyes twinkling. "I've designed hundreds of nurseries, Mr. Henderson. But this is the first one where the 'baby' is old enough to know better. Or, you know, theoretically understand they're literally going to find themselves sitting in deep doo-doo. Perhaps," she added, her voice dripping with mock innocence, "Once you've settled into your new... environment, maybe you'll come to feel more inspired to be the 'grown-up' a wife like yours clearly needs. Although she seemed rather confident and determined to make this all happen, so probably not, hmm?

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You ran around the ABDL center, away from peering eyes through a door, when you felt the pressure to poop. They told you it was okay but it was simply too embarrassing. You had been given fiber and a laxative so your sphincter struggled to hold back a soft mush.

As your legs began shaking, you heard “baby? Are you okay?” and saw mommy Lila, who fed the most ABDLs per day, holding her milk engorged breasts. Your body let out a loud wet fart which made you wince before this beautiful person who shouldn’t be seeing this. Your face turned bright red and you were about to run out of the room before she called you over, with a smile, and softly said: “first time right? Number…2? It’s ok, it’s perfectly natural. We put you in a diaper because you’re a baby and what do babies do in diapers?” she waited, slowly mouthing the shameful words you didn’t dare say “p-pee pee and yes, even poo poo!” she said, like someone who had seen this plenty of times and would not be weirded out.

Seeing your fear, she let her breasts go, revealing milk spots, and grabbed a small rattle and lightly shook it while smiling. “Come here baby, you can feed on mommy’s milk and let the boom boom out, nothing to be afraid of, mommy’s here…”

As your mouth touched her milky nipple, she wrapped her arms around you as a soft mush slowly filled your diaper. The smell didn’t bother her, you were now a baby…

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Don’t fear, Mommy’s here!

“Sweetheart, this is what you wanted,” mommy sighed, “you said you wanted to be little more often, and I happily agreed, remember?”

“Yeah, but not in public!” I pouted.

“It’ll only be a picnic in the park. It’ll be a fun outing with Mommy, super casual.”

“B-but I’ll be in diapers.”

Mommy chuckled at that, “Baby, you’re in diapers most the time anyways these days. I don’t want you to be trapped in the house just because of some silly fear about someone seeing your diapers. What I do want is to spoil my baby boy by taking you on adventures to amusement parks, playgrounds, the zoo, you name it! There’s nothing to be afraid of sweetie, I promise.”

Mommy gave me one of her signature radiant smiles, and when I saw her lovingly looking down at me, I got the sense that everything was going to be alright. After all, she was my mommy, and she was going to take care of me.

“Mmmm okay mommy,” I crossed my arms trying to accent my point but probably looking more like a toddler than I wanted to, “but I want to wear big boy clothes!”

“Hmmm,” mommy put a thoughtful finger and thumb up to her chin as if she was some sagely philosopher, “Well, I don’t know about big boy clothes, but how about these.”

She showed me a pair of khaki shorts and a Barney t-shirt.

“I don’t wanna wear a Barney t-shirt, mommy!”

“But sweetheart, you’d look so cute in it!”

“Nuh-uh Mommy!”

“Hmmm well would you prefer your little onesie that says ‘Mommy’s little stinker’ on it? Or maybe your shortalls with the adorable little teddy bear on the front? Oh you’d look so adorable!”

“No! No! No! I wanna wear a big boy shirt, mommy!” I stomped my feet in a budding temper tantrum. Mommy’s smile faded, and I immediately regretted my brattiness.

“Careful baby,” Mommy raised an eyebrow, “if you keep throwing a tantrum, you’ll wear the onesie with a red bottom peaking out for everyone to see.”

“S-sawry mommy,” I tilted my head downward.

Mommy lifted my head to meet her gaze with her fingers under my jaw, “it’s okay little one. Thank you for apologizing like a good boy.”

“Heh you’re welcome Mommy!” I giggled. I loved when she called me a good boy…

“Now,” Mommy smiled, “Let’s get you dressed. And no more fussing. Honestly, I don’t think you have any ‘big boy’ shirts left. Remember how we threw out most of your big boy clothes? Barney might be the most big boy shirt you have left.”

“Okay mommy,” I sighed, resigned to my fate.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart; we’re going to have a great time!”

Before I knew it, I found myself on a picnic blanket in the middle of the park with a sippy cup between my lips and a Barney shirt on my chest. Mommy dressing me and strapping me into my car seat usually felt like it took longer, but it probably went by so quickly because of how anxious I was.

Still, whenever I looked at Mommy’s gentle smile, I felt safe, and the world seemed perfect, even if the world felt like it only encompassed the park Mommy and I currently occupied.

Mommy had packed me diagonally sliced peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches as well as animal crackers! They were so tasty!

After awhile, I forgot about my anxiety in lieu of all the fun I was having! Mommy was right —as per usual— picnics were fun!

That is, until she decided to check my diaper.

Without so much as a word, I felt mommy’s hand squish against the seat of my diaper over my khaki shorts.

“Sweetheart, you’re soaked,” Mommy said, “I need to change you before you leak. Lay down for mommy.”

“B-Buh mommy,” I stammered, “people will see…”

“Well baby,” mommy gently yet firmly guided me down to the ground with a hand on my shoulder, “people would definitely see if you wet your shorts and you had to walk around in only a diaper. Is that what you want, little one?”

“N-no mommy.”

“Then be a good boy for mommy, and behave during your changie, okay?”

“O-okay mommy.”

Mommy unbuckled and pulled my shorts down to my ankles as if this were as casual to her as rummaging through her purse for something. I could feel the tomato-red blush singe my cheeks.

To my dismay, a couple waking their dog sauntered by on the walking path at the edge of the park. If they hadn’t seen me before, they definitely noticed when the loud plasticky rip of my diaper tapes came undone.

Tears started to well up in my eyes, as I saw the woman glance over at me, quickly followed by her partner.

“Hey. Hey, baby,” Mommy recaptured my attention, “shhh it’s okay. We don’t know them, and they don’t know us.”

I nodded, but the tears in my eyes didn’t go away.

“Shhhh,” Mommy soothed me again, “look at me. Look at Mommy. I’m going to take care of you. That means changing your diapers when they need changing, and that also means protecting you from the big scary world when you need it, okay? I won’t let anything or anyone hurt my baby, okay?”

As I saw her trademark smile grace her face, the tears in my eyes subsided. I didn’t have to worry. I was with Mommy!

“O-okay Mommy.”

“That’s a good boy!” Mommy beamed.

I loved her so much.

Before I knew it the diaper change was over, and my shorts were back around my waist, once again covering my babyish padding. Mommy was right, all I had to do was trust her.

“You were so good today,” mommy commented as she strapped me back into my car seat, “how about some ice cream as a treat for my good boy?”

“YAYYY ICE CREAM!” I enthusiastically agreed.

Mommy kissed my forehead, “and next week we can explore the Aquarium! Getting changed in a family bathroom should be nothing to you after this!”

I blushed but still managed to smile. To my surprise I was actually looking forward to all of Mommy’s adventures that the future held. I knew as long as she was there to take care of me, I would be okay.

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

[beardedkidunknown]

Put your little one in pullups - full time

Think about it - what reasons are there not to? On Paper, it’s just a bit of harmless kinky fun. Seriously, there are no hard facts against it: Drynites/Goodnites are cheap - granted, not as cheap as wearing your decade old underpants, but definitely cheap enough to wear them on a daily basis. They aren’t noticeable in any way either - Yes, there is a little bit more material to hide under your pants than with regular underwear, but they are far from ABDL diapers that crinkle like crazy and are so thick that they show through any piece of clothing. And even if they were to show over low rise pants, they are not completely over the top and can definitely be mistaken for (childish) normal underwear. The only difference to normal underwear is really that at the end of the day, they end up in the trash instead of the laundry bag. Other than that? It’s 100% possible to just go about your regular adult day. No waddling, no crinkling, no reason to ditch the toilet because you’d waste a 4$ diaper by ruining the tapes. Slide ‘em down, go for a wee, forget about them again.

So why will your little one protest once you try to enforce that? Well, they know what effect those cute little drynites will have in reality. Yes, for an adult, the effect of wearing a goodnite is negligible. But your little is not a regular adult. See, by putting them into a pull-up diaper, you aren’t forcing them to do anything. It is not a reason to wet themselves, in fact, as they are so thin and light it is actually adviseable to stay dry!

But it enables them to voluntarily act like a toddler at any point in time. Suddenly, letting out a few dribbles of pee does not result in wet pants in the workplace. Not wiping the last droplet off of your prince(ss) parts does not result in stained underwear. And at the end of the day, the pullup will vanish into the trash anyways. With the consequences of their behavior diminished, they will choose to be little. Very often. And that is what they are scared of: Having to admit to themselves how much of a baby they really are.

But isn’t it exactly the goal of a caregiver to gently push their baby exactly into that direction?

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Mommy asking if you remembered to go potty before leaving the house. Guiding you by the hand all throughout the grocery store and telling you not to wander off. Speaking to you in that condescending yet nurturing tone one would use when speaking to a toddler. Because that's what you are, her little boy, her little man, and she's there to keep you safe.

Mommy taking you to the family bathroom and helping you unzip your jeans. Mommy saying, "Go ahead and try to go potty for me baby, I know you can do it." Holding your little prince parts for you while you pee and then helping you zip back up.

Mommy giving you pats on your diapered bum once she's put you back in diapers for just not being potty trained enough yet, for not being a big enough boy, but that's alright because Mommy loves her little man just the way he is.

Mommy stopping in the middle of the store to reach down your pants and check your diaper, saying, "Uh-oh! Someone had a little accident, didn't he? Let's get you changed, little one." _

I don't really talk about my switch/little side on here very much. Maybe it's time I change that? - CQ

[beardedkidunknown]

Oh no, not this again. I'm here, a grown-up, squatting next to my baby cot, about to mess myself like a little kid. A whole year stuck in nappies. A year of my life gone, my pride in the toilet, or, you know, in this awful nappy.

I feel like I need to go really bad. I can't hold it. I let out a loud fart, and it echoes in the quiet room. I feel so ashamed. I know they heard me downstairs. My face turns bright red.

Here we go. I crouch down and push. My woo woo burns, my bum bum hurts. It's like having a baby, but instead of a baby, it's... this. A big, hard piece of poo comes out. It smells terrible, like a really bad stink. I feel so small and helpless.

I start to cry. This isn't me. I'm not a baby. I'm a woman!

Then, I hear laughing from downstairs. My mom's voice, all sweet, "Mommy's coming, my little poopy princess! Let's get you a clean nappy!"

I want to scream and break everything. But I can't. I just sit here, feeling awful, in my own mess, waiting for this to be over. Please, make it stop.

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Standing at the sink, washing dishes, spacing out, you feel like any other adult. You have a job, a credit card, hell, you have dental insurance.

Then, she comes up behind you. First she kisses the back of your neck, which makes your hair stick up a little. Her hands tickle your ribs, then head lower. And lower. She grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes.

Your diapered ass. Your wet diapered ass.

"Hey, how's your diapey doing?"

Your cheeks flush red, and you're sure she can see it spreading to your neck as well. You flip around to face her, backside pressed against the sink.

"D-don't call it that..."

"Call it what?"

"A...diapey."

You aren't feeling particularly little. You just like wearing sometimes for the comfort and convenience.

"Oh? Why not?"

"Because, I'm not little. I'm just wearing a diaper right now,"

"Oh? Is that right?"

"Yes," you assert, hands on your hips, chin pointing up.

"Ok, fine. You may not be little but your diapey is rather wet. Let me change you."

"I can do it myself."

"I know," but she reaches her hand out anyways. You take it and get led to the couch where she pushes your shoulder's down, "here."

She hands you a set of plastic keys on a ring, colorful and textured.

"I don't need that..."

"Shush, you always get so squirmy during changes if you aren't holding something."

You huff, but hold the keys above your face, rubbing your fingers over the bumps and ridges. It feels good. You're not going to put them in your mouth, though.

"Hips,"

You lift, and look down as the old diaper is pulled away and a new one is slid underneath you. Your used one was just plain white, a reliable medical one from your stash. The new diaper is a little gregarious, honestly. Pastel colored baby items and animals pattern it, and the crinkle it produces is far from discrete.

"Not that one..."

"Hm?"

"It's so...babyish," despite your earlier assurance of bigness, her tactics are working. You feel fussier and smaller with each passing second.

"Oh, is it? I hadn't noticed."

Liar, you think.

You cover your face with your hands, still holding the keys. They clack and jingle with the movement.

"Aw, good baby playing while I change you. You're so patient, almost done."

"I wasn't play-" you start, but don't bother to finish. What's the use if she's just going to push you even further down?

She fastens the last tape and gives the diaper a smooth down. In a quick series of movements they lift your shirt, exposing your belly, and blow a wet raspberry right above your navel.

"Hey!" you shriek, laughing and squirming. An unexpected squirt of pee escapes you. It catches you off guard, and that's the final straw.

"Mommy..." you sigh, once you're done laughing.

She pulls your arms into a sitting position and tugs you into her lap, sans pants.

"Yes, baby?"

"Hi," you say, bashful.

"Hi! I knew you were in there somewhere."

You nod, and rest your head on her shoulder, fingers creeping towards your mouth.

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Becca knew she needed to talk to her mom about some changes. "Mom, things are different between Justin and I now."

"How did all this start?"

"Well, it started because Justin liked to do age-play, and I loved it, too. After about 6 months, I gave him a choice, though. I told him that I still need a man in my life, and if we keep up the roleplay, I won't be able to see him as a man anymore. So, either we stop age-play, or he becomes a full-time baby, and I can look for a man who can meet my needs. Weeks went by and I needed him to choose. To help him, I gave him 3 days of being my baby 100%. He loved it, but still would not choose, so I "helped" him choose. I knew what he really wanted. He is now 100% my baby. He fought me for a few days, but he was helpless. I can pick him up and hold him so easily. I can diaper him, feed him, and dress him however and whenever I wish, and he knows that I'm about 4 x as strong as him. I've also instituted regular spankings! So I made a few changes at home, and then I started the paperwork with my lawyer, David, who is very handsome and a former football player! He helped me get everything put in writing. Once it is approved, I'll officially be Justin's mommy! When I took the final forms to David's swanky office, I felt so happy that we did it right on his conference table!"

(Helen starts to laugh.) "Oh I'm sorry I laughed, honey. This is a unusual situation, and you have to admit, it's funny seeing Justin in baby-mode. Well, I think this sounds good. Justin never really matched you very well, and I've always thought him lazy and childish. I think Justin needed a downgrade to baby. If you ever need a sitter, I'm available! I think I can handle him."

"Thank you! I was going to ask anyway. You could help with finding clothes for him, or maybe sewing some yourself." "I'm proud of you, Becca. You're courageous to step onto this path. I think everyone is happy with it."

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your mom was getting ready to go to a after work costume party.

You lay on her bed on a changing mat, pjs bunched around your ankles, a stack of diapers beside you head, powder, a booster, pacifier, diaper rash cream and a hairbrush that had blistered your bottom numerous times in case you got decided to get fussy during a change.

Your mom was stripped down to her lingerie at this point adding some make up and you were not trying look. Instead you grumpily stared at the ceiling waiting for your soggy diaper to be removed, then throughly wiped down and finally safely diapered into a fresh dry one. You felt a tug on one of your tapes, finally you were going get changed. She removed the other tapes and pulling down your heavy soaked diaper tutting

"you really soaked this one, mommy may have to start adding boosters during the day huh"

You ignored the sly dig. It wasn't really that wet, you hoped. Your mom cracked open the wipes when suddenly the door bell went off.

"Ohh your aunts here!" She stood up and walked off. Leaving your diaper wide open, your limp dick on show.

Your mom returned this time with your aunt who was already in costume. She was dressed as Ms Incredible. She was filling out the costume well. Her ass looked curvy, her breasts firm and perky.

Your mother said "You just caught him in the middle of his bedtime change. I'm just going get him sorted then ill nip into my costume."

You must of been some sight. Lying on a changing mat, soaked diaper on view surrounded by your changing supplies. You shifted nervously.

Your mom on the other hand got to work like your aunt wasn't here. She lifted your legs so she could remove the used diaper from under you, taped it up and dropped it by your head as a little reminder. She got to work wiping you down, you felt like such a loser as your mother man handled you wiping down your most delicate parts. You weren't sure where to look, your mom was still in her underwear and Aunt was standing over you watching with bated curiosity.

Your aunt looked down at your supplies "does he really need a booster?" your mom stopped wiping you and made eye contact with.

"if you think that diaper beside his head looks wet you should see his overnights. He really test the capacity on them." she said giggling resuming the wipe down.

Your mom unfolded your heavy duty overnight diaper and slide in the booster. "legs up again young man" your bum rested on the soft interior.

You watched your aunts eyes wondering over your supplies. "a hairbrush? whats that for"?

Your mom smirked "well if puff butt here gets out of line i will just put him over my lap and spank him until he wants to go back to returning to be mommys little angel again. I just keep it there during changes as a little reminder"

It was bad enough having your mom change you here right in front on your aunt, but to go into each humiliating detail of your diapered life was hell.

Your aunt picked up your powder "hey why don't i get him powdered up and taped in, while you go change into your costume"

Your mom beamed mom got up and started rummaging through the closet for her costume "thats a great idea! If he gets a little fussy don't be afraid to smack his bottom. Oh also put a bit of nappy rash cream on his cheeks too!"

You cringed hard, now your aunt went from a spectator to staring role in your diaper change. She dosed the front of your diaper in baby powder

"Didn't expect to get a diaper change from Mrs Incredible did you. Flip over for me so aunty can cream that little bum"

You obidiently did as you were told. Flipping over onto your stomach making your bottom a prime target.

"23 years of age and still getting nappy rash cream applied to his bum." you heard your mom giggling at your aunts comment. "alright flip over and lets get you taped up"

You flipped over and tried not to get caught staring at Mrs Incredibles large breasts dangling right in front of you. But in the background you couldn't help notice your mommy slip in her body into a tight fitting bodysuit, it looks like she was going as Power Girl.

"okay looks like he is all taped up and ready for bed" Your mom walked over to inspect your aunts work

"Well done Mrs Incredible another boy successfully diapered ready for an early bedtime" she mocked in a fake hero voice. "now can you get him into bed. Remember mister no touching yourself, those diapers better not be cummy when i change you tomorrow morning or someone will be starting their day with a very red bottom"

You blushed hard and were just about to make a comment how you could walk l yourself to your room when your aunt pushed a pacifier into your mouth. You got off the bed reaching down to pull up your pjs that hand been bunched around your ankles.

Your aunt in one motion dropped you pjs back down to your ankles. "you don't need your pj bottoms sweetheart". She led you out the room and down towards your bedroom it was awkward to walk with your pjs around your ankles.

She stopped you outside your room inspecting your diaper "You heard your mommys warning about a cummy diaper, I'd hate for you to get a spanking"

Your aunt started to slowly rub the front of your diaper, you tried to shift away but she smacked your butt. You instantly got hard at the touch through your heavy duty diapers. She got down on her knees and continued rubbing but faster her boobs swaying in her tight fitting costume.

"Are you a quick cummer? She giggled as you squeaked from behind you pacifier wanting to stop her but it also felt so good.

"Come on just release that hot sticky mess right in your pampies like a good boy" you bit down on your pacifier as your legs began to shake. You'd barely lasted a minute of the rubbing and you were ready to cum.

You spasmed as the hot thick load sprayed into your once dry diapers, now warm and sticky. Your aunt smiled

"Well that didn't take long, now i think you better get into bed and think about whats in-store for you tomorrow."

She opened your door and gave you a firm smack on your puffy butt.

You climbed into bed in your sticky diaper. You could hear your mom and aunt giggling how they were going have a great night out. If only you could go out and party like a real adult.

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1. A New Chapter in Our Journey: Embracing MDLB and FLR with Love and Care

Hello, lovely community! I’m so excited (and a little nervous!) to share our story with you. My name is Emma, and I’m a wife stepping into a new role in my marriage that feels both unexpected and deeply right—a “Mummy” in a Mommy Domme/Little Boy (MDLB) dynamic blended with a Female-Led Relationship (FLR). My husband, James, and I are venturing into this space together, and I’d love to connect with others who might have experience, advice, or just a kind word to share as we navigate this beautiful, unique path.

How We Got Here

It all started when James approached me about exploring a Female-Led Relationship. He’s always been drawn to the idea of me taking the lead in our marriage, and I’ll admit I was intrigued. I love the idea of guiding us, making decisions, and creating a structure that helps us both thrive. But as I started researching FLR, I found some of the dynamics a bit too… cold for my taste. I’m a warm, nurturing person at heart, and the idea of leading in a way that felt distant or overly strict didn’t resonate with me. I wanted something softer, more loving, and more connected.

That’s when I stumbled across MDLB, and oh my goodness, did it click! The idea of being a Mummy—of providing care, structure, and love while still holding the reins—felt like the perfect fit for me. It’s not about being harsh or detached; it’s about creating a safe, cozy space where James can let go, be himself, and feel utterly loved. At first, I wasn’t sure how he’d feel about the “little” aspect, as he hadn’t initially expressed interest in that dynamic, but we’ve been talking a lot, experimenting gently, and finding our rhythm together.

Why MDLB Feels Right for Us

For me, stepping into the role of Mummy feels like an extension of who I already am. I’ve always loved taking care of James—whether it’s making sure he eats well, reminding him to slow down when life gets hectic, or just being his safe place to land. MDLB lets me lean into that nurturing side while also giving me the authority to lead our relationship in a way that feels natural and fulfilling.

We’ve decided that James’s baseline “little” age will be around 10 years old. For us, this feels like the perfect balance. At this age, he can still make some basic decisions—like choosing what game to play or what snack he’d like (within reason, of course!)—but he still needs Mummy’s permission for bigger things, like going out with friends, buying something expensive, or staying up late. It’s a sweet spot where he gets to feel a bit independent but still knows I’m there to guide and protect him.

For example, we’ve set up a bedtime routine where he has to be in bed by 8:30 PM unless Mummy gives special permission for a later night. He also needs to check in with me before heading out anywhere, and I handle our budget, so he runs purchases by me first. These rules aren’t about control for control’s sake—they’re about creating a structure where he feels safe to let go and I feel empowered to lead with love.

James’s Hesitations—and Our Journey Together

I’ll be honest: James was a little hesitant about the “little” aspect at first. He loved the idea of me leading as he wants to work on himself, but the idea of embracing a more childlike role felt new and a bit vulnerable for him. We’ve been taking it slow, talking openly, and checking in often to make sure this feels good for both of us. What’s been so beautiful is seeing how much he’s starting to relax into it. The other night, he curled up with a blanket while I read him a story, and I could just feel the stress melting off him. Moments like that make me feel like we’re on the right path.

What I’m Hoping to Find Here

As much as I feel like this dynamic is right for us, I know we’re just at the beginning of our journey. That’s why I’m reaching out to this amazing community! I’d love to hear from other Mummies, littles, or anyone with experience blending MDLB and FLR. What’s worked for you? How do you balance the nurturing side with the leadership side? Are there any pitfalls we should watch out for as we settle into this dynamic?

I’m also curious about ways to deepen our connection in this space. Maybe some activity ideas that fit a 10-year-old little age? Or tips for creating rules that feel loving but firm? Honestly, any advice or encouragement would mean the world to me as I step into this Mummy role with my whole heart.

A Little About Us

James and I have been married for six years (UK based), and we’ve always been a team. We love cozy nights in, silly board games, and dreaming about our future together. This new dynamic feels like a natural evolution of our partnership—a way to lean into our strengths and love each other even more deeply. I’m so excited to see where this journey takes us, and I’d love to connect with others who are walking a similar path.

Thank you so much for reading our story! I’m sending so much love to this community and can’t wait to hear from you.

With warmth and care, Emma (aka Mummy) 💕

[beardedkidunknown]

And he wasn’t alone. [kinky]

The boys were super squirmy today.

Daniel wasn’t the only one fidgeting in his seat, his legs kicking softly under the low playroom table. Across the brightly-colored carpet, a few other boys shifted and wiggled just like him—little gasps, soft whines, padded bottoms rocking back and forth against the floor or the plush beanbags they were seated on.

And honestly? It probably had something to do with the new volunteer.

She was adorable—barely older than the students, with big warm eyes, rosy cheeks, and a pink apron that hugged her figure just right. Her voice was sweet as syrup, and when she crouched down to help someone stack blocks or pour juice, Daniel could barely stop himself from staring. The way she cooed, how gently she tucked a stray curl behind her ear—it made his tummy feel funny. Tingly. Warm.

His fingers kept drifting to the front of his crinkly diaper, giving soft, slow rubs through the thick padding… until a voice cut through the room like a soft bell.

“Oh my. Someone’s really restless today.”

It was Miss Clara, one of the more experienced caregivers. She had that sing-song voice that made everyone instinctively sit a little straighter. She glanced around the room with a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling.

“I think it’s time for a group circle. Come on now, boys—let’s all get comfy together.”

There were a few shy glances, a few embarrassed waddles, but one by one the squirmy boys—including Daniel—gathered on the soft padded mat at the center of the room. The volunteer blinked curiously, standing nearby with her clipboard, clearly unsure what was happening.

Miss Clara clapped her hands gently. “Alright, littles. Today we’re going to talk about what to do when your diapers get that special kind of tingly.”

Daniel’s face flushed pink. So did a few others. But no one moved to leave.

“Sometimes, you just need to make stickies, and that’s okay,” she said warmly, guiding them to sit in a circle with their legs spread slightly. “It’s better to let your body do what it needs than to squirm all day, right?”

The volunteer tilted her head, eyebrows rising. “Stickies?” she mouthed to herself.

Miss Clara crouched in front of the boys, her hands demonstrating soft, gentle movements over the front of a sample diaper. “Just like this. Slow circles, little squeezes. Let your diaper help you. No need to rush.”

Daniel’s breath caught. His hand drifted to the front of his thick Pampers without thinking, the squish already so inviting. Around the circle, the other boys began to mimic the movements—some shyly, others more boldly. A quiet chorus of crinkles and soft gasps filled the room.

And then—

“O-ohhh…”

Someone across the circle let out a soft moan and sagged back, clearly the first to finish. His diaper puffed slightly beneath him, the thick front now shiny with fresh, sticky warmth.

The volunteer’s eyes went wide.

Her cheeks turned scarlet as the realization clicked into place—and then she slapped a hand over her mouth, stifling a giggle that still bubbled up like a fizzy drink.

Miss Clara didn’t miss a beat. “It’s okay, dear,” she said to the girl with a wink. “They’re just being good boys. They need this.”

Daniel was already too far gone to care. His hand moved faster now, guided by Miss Clara’s voice, the warmth building and building in his thick diaper until—

criiinkle… squiiish…

He gasped, his back arching slightly as the sticky pleasure pulsed through him. His fingers twitched, his breath shaky. The front of his diaper was soaked with more than just pee now.

And he wasn’t alone.

Around the circle, more soft whimpers filled the air. Crinkly shudders. Flushed cheeks. A room full of boys learning just how nice it was to let go together.

[beardedkidunknown]

I know why

The rec hall smelled faintly of juice and talc, that familiar blend of childhood and control. The padded floor muted every step, every shift, every squirm. Somewhere across the room, someone was singing off-key to a plushie. But in this little corner near the reading nook, she sat alone, perched cross-legged on a foam mat with a stack of oversized board books she had absolutely no intention of opening.

Not with him nearby.

He was kneeling at the low cubbies, sorting crayons and picture cards, sleeves pushed up over his forearms. Not a teacher, but a helper. A grown-up. With quiet eyes and careful hands. Littles liked him. So did mommies. And she… well. She was more interested in the way his eyes didn’t look at her when she moved just so.

Her pull-up was dry. She’d checked, obviously. Pale lavender with little sleepy clouds, smooth against her skin, the waistband high above her belly button. It made her waddle a bit when she crawled, but not as bad as a diaper would’ve. She liked the way it clung. Liked knowing it might not cling for long.

She waited until he was close. He was putting away a toy xylophone—just the right distance for her voice to reach, but not quite near enough to pretend she wasn’t doing it on purpose.

“I bet you like diapers better.”

He paused, slowly turned his head. “I—what?”

Her mouth curved in a slow, sly smile. She popped a paci between her teeth but didn’t suck—just let it hang there as she tilted her head. “I said…” She tugged up her tunic so the top of her pull-up showed clearly. “…you like it more when girls wear diapers.”

“That’s not—” He looked away, color blooming up his neck.

“Mmhmm.” She scooted forward on her knees, pull-up crinkling softly beneath her. “You always look longer. I seen it. Especially when they’re waddlin’ with that soggy-squish. You try’n not to, but you do.”

He hesitated, hands hovering mid-air like he wasn’t sure if he should be offended, amused, or leave the room entirely.

She giggled. A warm, syrupy giggle that buzzed under her breath. “It’s okay. I know why.”

“…You do, huh?”

“Yup!” She leaned in close, resting her chin on her fists, elbows on the mat. “’Cause I went to school.” She gave the word a smug little bounce, like it was a magic spell. “An’ they teach you why boys look extra when a girl’s got a soggy tushy.”

His lips parted, caught somewhere between a laugh and a protest. “That’s not—what does that even mean?”

He was trying not to smile. Or blush. Or breathe, maybe. She could see it—how still he went, how the edge of one shoulder stiffened like maybe if he just focused hard enough on the color-coded flashcards, he’d vanish into the carpet.

But he didn’t vanish.

He stayed.

She liked that.

She inched closer, until her bare toes nearly touched his shoe. “Wanna know why?” she whispered, eyes big and round and knowing. The paci bobbed between her lips, dangling from its ribbon clip. “Why boys look extra when a girl’s got a soggy tushy?”

He looked like he was about to say no. Like he should say no. But he didn’t.

“…Okay,” he murmured. Quiet. Careful.

Her smile bloomed. “S’cause,” she began, voice dipped in sing-song sweetness, “when a girl’s soggy, it means she’s not thinkin’ no more. Not like a big girl.” She rocked back on her heels, hands splayed in her lap. “Her pants are warm, and her legs are spread, and all the grown-up stuff’s gone poof.”

He stared. His mouth twitched.

“Boys like that,” she added, eyes twinkling. “Makes ‘em feel big. Like they’re the only ones who remember stuff. ‘Cause she don’t gotta anymore.”

That did it.

Color flooded his cheeks. He turned his face away, jaw tight, but not tight enough to hide the curve of his mouth. Not quite.

She beamed. “You like that too, huh?”

His eyes snapped back to her.

And oh—there it was. That flicker. The one she’d seen before, the one he tried to smother when a little girl tugged at her onesie or bent over too far to pick up a binky. He opened his mouth—probably to deny it, maybe to scold her—but the heat in his ears said more than he ever could.

She sighed contentedly and shifted her weight forward, the crinkle of her pull-up louder now, pressed taut between her thighs. Her eyes didn’t leave his face. Not for a second.

And then—

pshhhhhhhhhh.

Her breath hitched. Just a little.

The warmth blossomed low and slow, a heat that spread over her hips and down the seat of her pull-up. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t squirm. Just… let it happen. Watching his eyes as the lavender clouds darkened, as the faint pattern on the front blurred into soggy lines. It swelled between her legs, a warm squish that pressed up as she leaned her weight back into it.

He looked stunned. Like maybe he’d forgotten how to breathe after all.

She blinked slowly and gave a tiny, wet little giggle.

“Guess I’m not thinkin’ no more neither,” she whispered. “Oopsie.”

She sat there in the spreading warmth, a blush of her own rising to her cheeks—but hers was prideful. Satisfied. Her pull-up was puffy now, wet and swollen, and she could feel the way her legs didn’t close right anymore. Didn’t need to.

Her voice was soft—singed with teasing, but almost dreamy now. “You gonna put me in a diaper now?”

She tilted her head, lashes low, the wet squish of her bottom loud in the silence between them. “’Cause I think maybe… I kinda earned it.”

[beardedkidunknown]

As you changed your husband’s diaper for what seemed like the millionth time, you couldn’t help but admire his progress.  He used to be such a selfish asshole before all of this started, and he put up such a fight when you put that very first diaper on him.  

Yes, he was highly resistant at first.  He must have stayed strapped to that bed for weeks as you got him adjusted to his new lifestyle.  Then came the binkies, and the bottles, and the outfits, and the chastity device, and the crib, and eventually what became a full-on nursery. There were a lot of spankings and creative punishments that had to be used in order to keep him in line.  But after all this time? Look at him.

In just a year he went from being a selfish, drunk, and despicable man to being this well-behaved, caring, adult-sized wittle baby! I mean look at him! Cooing and playing with a stuffed animal. You sighed and admired him more as you removed his soiled diaper, cleaned him up, powdered, wrapped him in a fresh one, taping it tightly around his waist with him hardly blinking an eye.  

Maybe I don’t need to keep him in diapers anymore? You thought. Maybe it’s time to see how he’d act as a real man again?

You thought for a moment about how weird it would be for everything to go back to normal.  Could anything ever even be normal again?  You certainly aren’t sexually attracted anymore. That ship has sailed. It's hard to think of him even pretending to be man again after seeing everything he's done in those diapers. Plus, what if he goes back to his old, despicable ways?

Na…you thought, and then you said the same thing you’ve been telling yourself every day for the past year: I think I’ll keep him like this for just a little while longer…

[beardedkidunknown]

Jamie smiled up at her little man, her little hero. It didn’t take her long into her marriage to discover that her husband, like most men, desperately needed order and discipline in his life. His years as a bachelor had taken their toll but it wasn’t anything a firm and loving hand couldn’t address. In many respects her hubby was just an overgrown toddler and she didn’t mind providing what he needed, even if he didn’t want it. What he wanted was a man cave to have his freedom. What he got was a separate bedroom fit for a toddler, complete with diapers! The day she placed her big boy back into pampers was the day their relationship took a turn for the better. The maternal hand he needed was now the hand of his wife; the hand that would spank, bathe, diaper, dress and nurture him. He offered some resistance at first but once he realized that disputes were settled over his wife’s knee and the changing table he shaped up to being her sweet little boy. If you’re tempted to think this a cruel form of control I might add that her hubby is not without his rewards. All Jamie has to do is reach her hand between his legs and give his thick diaper a rub, or unbutton the front of her blouse to offer a breast, and he is quite content.

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