biggestlittleboy

[biggestlittleboy]

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.

[biggestlittleboy]

Sunday morning soggies! 🙃

[biggestlittleboy]

I think the sprinkler made it soggy 🤔

[biggestlittleboy]

I love barney

[biggestlittleboy]

today's big diaper friday is looking a lot more like messy monday...

[biggestlittleboy]

[biggestlittleboy]

Fresh and clean

[biggestlittleboy]

Not too long ago, you used to cry and beg me to let you back into your stinky big boy pants, but now you're a happy baby, aren't you? You see? You just weren't hubby material. No, no, no. You're much better as Mama's forever Baby. You're definitely less fussy. Now let's sing our Diaper Time song and we'll take your yucky Huggies off, yes we will.

[biggestlittleboy]

[biggestlittleboy]

Not so super dry kid

[biggestlittleboy]

My footie matches my blankie!

[biggestlittleboy]

ABDL boys need frequent diaper changes and even more frequent diaper checks! Tis the life of a diaper boy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way!

[biggestlittleboy]

No thoughts. Just squish.

[biggestlittleboy]

In that moment you fill your nappy, uh ohs, you know its going to happen.

It's one of Mommy's rules

No bum change unless you've squished...

Mommys knee or the horse.... But you know you have to. She insists.

But Mommy loves that look you get as you settle down that first time, the icky-pleasure feeling as your mess moves around you as you settle down onto her lap. Then she bounces you! Just reinforceing how much you like it, what a Baby you are, and that Mommy's in charge, all In that 5seconds of icky pleasure.

[biggestlittleboy]

[biggestlittleboy]

I lift you up gently and lay you down on the changing mat, making sure you're comfortable before I begin. You look at me with those wide, trusting eyes, and my heart flutters in my chest.

"Let’s get you into a clean, dry night-night diaper, so you can drift off to dreamland with not a single worry in that sweet little head of yours."

I gently lift your legs, pulling down your pants to reveal your soaked diaper. I undo the tabs carefully and get to work, tenderly cleaning up all the little messes you made just for Mommy. After that, I finish off your change with a soft layer of powder on that adorable little bottom, taping you into a fresh, comfy Lion King diaper for the night.

When I’m done, I pull you into my arms for a cuddle. You nuzzle against my chest, still a bit shy from the change, but I can feel you relax as your trust in me makes my heart swell.

I hold you for a moment, feeling your tiny heartbeat against mine. “All done, little one. How about we get you ready for bed now?”

You nod, still clinging to me as I help you slip into your soft, cozy pajamas, the ones with the little animals you love so much. You look up at me with sleepy eyes, a small smile pulling at the corners of your lips.

“Mommy, can you stay with me?” you ask, your voice small and sweet.

My heart swells, and I smile back at you. “Of course, sweetheart. Mommy’s not going anywhere.”

I tuck you gently into your crib, making sure your little body is snug and warm under the blankets. Leaning over, I brush your hair back from your face and press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You’re safe with me, little one. Mommy’s right here, always.”

You close your eyes slowly, and I stay by your side, whispering soft words of reassurance. As you drift off to sleep, I keep my promise—letting you feel loved, safe, and completely secure, knowing that you’ll always have Mommy to protect you.

[biggestlittleboy]

The sound that soaked diapers make is intoxicating.. for my little babygirl 😵‍💫💦

Das Geräusch, das durchnässte Windeln machen, ist berauschend.. für mein kleines kleines Mädchen 😵‍💫💦