#agepl4y omo

[age-of-play-i-say]

Baby's doing their peepee dance in the door frame of the bathroom while CG supposedly preps their special potty chair, but when they open their eyes, CG is settled on the closed big potty, two towels folded in their lap.

"Mm? Daddy?" Baby asks, one hand on their peepee parts, wagging their hips.

"You like your potty, baby?" Baby cocks their head and CG pats their thighs, "Come on up, I can't imagine those undies are worth saving anyway."

Baby blushes, their damp undies now growing slick when they realize what's being offered. They waddle forward, hand between their legs rubbing rather than holding now. CG notices.

"Looks like you do like it, huh?" CG helps their little one straddle them, sitting in their lap to face them chest to chest. Once they're safely snuggled in CG's arms, they do a cute little bounce on the towels to press themselves into it firmly. They shudder.

"Good baby! Does that feel good?"

Baby nods shyly, working their hips against the towels with their head tucked under CG's chin. CG's hands wrap firmly around their hips, helping them hump when their hips stutter. Baby moans.

"Sure sounds like fun, Baby, but don't forget why we're here." Their hands shift, one supporting Baby's back, one on their sloshy lower tummy.

Baby whimpers, embarrassed but needy.

"Shhh, little one. It's good practice!" Daddy's hands apply light pressure and Baby gasps, feeling the first spurt burst into the towel. They wiggle harder, trying to hold a bit longer Between the towel winding them up and CG pinning them down, they only have seconds before they explode.

"Practice?" they ask, trying to distract from their distress.

"Mm-hm! We're un-potty training, little one, and based on your neediness, I think you're almost ready for diapers." CG presses their hands down, rocking Baby back and forth on their potty towels.

Baby's mouth opens to protest this injustice, but instead they gasp at the hissing sound coming from the towels. Baby shivers hard, soaking their towels, wrapping their arms around CG and grinding into the wet heat below. Baby feels so good, so held, so relieved.

"See Baby? With diapers, you could feel like this all the time." CG goes back to helping Baby grind in their mess.

On shaky legs, Baby humps fast and hard.

"Daddy!!"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Wan diapees!" Baby's hips stutter.

"We'll get you your diapers, Baby. Now be good and come for Daddy."

[diaper-butt-boy]

[previous pinned post]

About the blog.

This sideblog is dedicated to diaper content. I will reblog diaper pics, and occasionally post my own. I'll try to tag posts with what diapers are present if I recognize them to sort them. Also will try to tag with content warnings, and identifiers for who is in posts.

Generally, diapers are not very sexual for me. I wear them due to medical incontinence, and they are comforting for non-sexual age regression. However, sometimes they are sexual, so I decided why not have an outlet dedicated to the AB/DL community?

Note that some posts will be tagged with do not sexualize. Not everyone who is involved in this community and this kink wishes to be sexualized. Sometimes, I do not wish to be sexualized either. Please respect this.

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About Me

I am a transgender genderqueer man (had top surgery & am on HRT). I use He/It pronouns. I am 19 years old. I am a little, and I have a mommy IRL. Please do not approach me looking for a relationship.

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[age-of-play-i-say]

"Baby, remember what we talked about?" Mommy presses.

Baby sheepishly pulls their hand out of their training undies, whining.

"Good baby! Tell Mommy, where do all our tingles go?"

Baby whines, their lil stiffie aching. It's hard to think when they're so tingly. Their hips thrust in the air, frustrated.

"mmmh- Mama said all tingles go in da potty."

"Very good! And why is that?"

Baby blushes, cheeks and stiffie flushed pink.

"'cause Mama is mean!"

"No, baby. Mommy's rules aren't mean. Try again. Why do all tingles go in the potty?"

Baby grabs at their stiffie again before they remember the rules and snatch their hand back.

"Tingles in potty 'cause am too baby. Can't tell tingles apart." Baby shuffles their feet, getting up to obediently head to their training potty in the middle of the room. They drop their undies and sit on their little potty, trying to hate the scrutiny, but loving the attention.

Mommy smiles when Baby wraps their hand around their stiffie, aiming it down into the potty.

"Good baby. And if you manage to make peepee tingles first, then what happens?"

Baby's face scrunches up, trying not to tug at their stiffie.

"peepee first and Mama help with other tingles, ye?"

"That's right, Baby! So go ahead, make peepees for Mommy!"

Baby whimpers, trying to make the right kind of tingles.

[age-of-play-i-say]

"Baby, we talked about this. Daddy has company over, and making tingles is a private activity. You can go make humpies in your room, or you can stay out here with our guest and be appropriate. Your choice."

Daddyyy am NOT makin humpies for tingles!! am NOT!

"I won't argue with someone in diapers, Baby. Now, what choice sounds better to you? Stay and be appropriate, or go have tingly playtime in private?"

*whining and blushing, Baby scampers behind an armchair out of sight with their favorite elephant stuffie*

"Baby, I can still hear your crinkling from here. Don't make me take Mr. Trunks. I don't want you upset in front of our guest, but I will not allow you to make tingles in this room. Go to your room and close the door or join us and hand him over. Those are your options."

*Baby sniffles and reappears holding their elephant. Redder than ever, they run to the bedroom and slam the door*

"That's okay, Little One. Get it all out, and come back out when you're ready."

*Baby begins loudly riding Mr. Trunks right against the door, crinkling and moaning. The sounds speed up and then abruptly stop with a squeaky gasp.*

"Everything okay in there, Baby?"

ye Daddy almos mmm . . . almos done playtime

"See? Was that so hard, Little One? Come out when you're finished, no need to be embarrassed. Me and our friend here understand you're just a baby. You can't control your body's needs or wait for things like playtime."

mmm Daddy? *Baby cracks the door open and appears, still flushed, with messier hair and shining eyes*

"Yes, Baby? Are you ready to join us?"

got it all out, Daddy, umm *the door swings open to reveal Baby, holding a damp Mr. Trunks, wet diaper sagging to peek out beneath their big t-shirt as they start to cry* n-need changies!! was humpin for holdin longer, jus made tingles on accident!

"Oh, Baby, that's okay! Come here, Daddy will change you right here. Yes, in front of our guest. You need a change right now. You felt comfortable enough to make tingles where they could hear you, so what's different now? Little Ones don't need privacy for changes, just for playtime! Good job following my directions, you got it all out! Be my good Baby and let Daddy change you now."

[age-of-play-i-say]

"Babyyy, I see you wiggling over there! What's wrong? You need to make a peepee?"

noooo Mama am jus playin wit teddy! no need peepees!

"Ohh, I see. And if I come over and check Teddy, will he be dry?"

*baby whines and wiggles faster*

"Hmm, Little One? Will Teddy be safe and dry under there? Because someone said they could handle big kid undies today. And I'd hate to have to take away a soggy Teddy to wash for a few hours. He'd miss you so much!"

teddy hafta go 'way?? nooo mama!!!

"If you want Teddy to snuggle under you all day, it's time to come wiggle on your potty, Baby. I'm not asking anymore. Come sit. You can bring Teddy with you to keep you company."

[age-of-play-i-say]

I love the way your mind works!

Please tell us more 😍

Mommy? M'peepee feels full an tingly??

Okay, sweetie, did you try making regular tinkles in your potty first?

Ye, Mommy! Am good! jus tingly!

Okay, good Baby. Come to Mommy, she'll help with your tingles

*Baby toddles over and slides between Mommy's legs on the couch, bouncing a lil as Mommy turns them away to strip their pants and big kid undies*

Mommyyyy, please touch!! Need it!

I'm touching you, Baby! I swear, sometimes you're so needy, you're like my own little Puppy instead of a Baby.

*Baby goes from bouncing and thrusting to stiff as a board, eyes far away with their stiff winkie jumping into Mommy's hand as she slides up to reach around them so easily*

Oh yeah? Do you like being my Little Puppy?

*Baby whines, dropping deeper, humping hard in Mommy's fist*

"And what if I told you I know you're full of tinkles, hmm? Puppy can't make potty alone? You need to have Mommy around . . .and probably a leg up, too? Hm, Puppy?

mmmm Mommy?? I-ye ye am your puppy am Puppy!!

I thought so! Now be a good Puppy and get down on your hand and knees, slowly.

*Mommy keeps holding Puppy's winkie on the journey, widening her stance to accommodate a kneeling pup. Puppy whines loudly the whole time, trying not to make tingles too fast*

Good Puppy. Now put your leg up for Mommy.

*incoherent whining, Puppy follows instructions, Mommy pumps at her pup to make this a little harder*

Now mark up the floor for Mommy. Make potty, Puppy. Quickly.

Yes Mommy yes yes make tinkles for Mommy I-- ohhhhhhhhhh

*hssssssssssss-*

Mommyyyy!

*-tssssssssss*

All done, Puppy?

*nod nod**pump, pump*

Okay, now make again, tingles this time. Go on, Pup, show Mommy how good you feel.

[age-of-play-i-say]

Wetted Girl Walking

"Come on, sweetie!" Momma beckons me brightly, waiting for me to catch up to her cart.

I wince and shuffle a bit faster, my step uneven and timid. I want Momma to praise my behavior at the store but it's getting harder and harder to focus.

My nipples press against my camisole and I shiver in the refrigerated section, keeping my thighs pressed together under my flouncy dress as I catch up to her. I race flat-footed to her side and she pulls me in for a squeeze.

"I'm sorry if the weekly shop is a bit long, Baby." Momma makes a pouty face at me, thinking my darkening disposition must be due to boredom or overstimulation. Either are equally likely, but unfortunately it's neither.

Momma's hand snakes down my back and discreetly pats against my pull-up. I redden and turn my face from her. With her other hand, she turns my cheek back to her and whispers,

"Well at least we know it's not that this time."

I can't speak.

Little does Momma know, it absolutely is that this time. When Momma told me our plans for the day, an outing to the park, then the grocery store and Starbucks, she showed me my new pull ups.

These will be perfect, sweetie. No one will know you have it on under your dresses, and that way little leaks won't ruin your nice afternoon!

That may have been true, but Momma laid me down to change right then and there. I didn't have a chance to go potty first. And I must have been pretty close to needing it, because I was already dribbling by the time we made it to the park.

After all, parks with Momma make me feel so loved and cared for. I felt too little to pay attention to potties. I keep feeling little gushes and spurts in my pull up while I giggle about it but not fully emptying my little bladder. Then Momma changes plans, and we swing by Starbucks first.

My little pink drink is gone by the time we get to the store, and when I get up out of my carseat to go in . . .I see a little wet spot on the seat.

I know my pull up can't hold anymore. But neither can I.

I'm close to tears as Momma releases me from her side, bladder squeezing and quivering at the reminder.

"Aw, sweetie, you've been such a good girl all day today. What's wrong?"

I cast my gaze down to my dancing feet and mutter,

"g-gotta potty."

Momma looks puzzled.

"Baby, you're protected, remember? You can do your potties right here!" she whispers.

I whine and my bladder spasms a little and I squirm to reach down and hold it. Momma grabs my hand.

"No need to be shy, sweetie, just start letting go when you're ready." She looks around. "Besides, we're just about ready to check out and then we'll head home and I'll get you all dry and changed. Just make your potties slowly, that's my good girl."

I whimper and nod, unable to speak, let alone tell Momma how naughty I've already been and how much I can't go right here. But she's right, we're heading up to the check out now. I can do this, I can be a big girl for Momma, right?

I'm shaking in the checkout, sweating under my mask, arms crossed and shifting side to side. My abdomen feels strained and it feels heavy, hot and horrible inside. I bite my lip to keep from whimpering.

I gasp silently when Momma finished at the pin pad and steer us towards the door. I feel my peehole twitch and surge and I don't wait.

I break for the door, running and starting to cry, beyond caring what other people think. I tear into the parking lot, making a beeline for our minivan. I feel wetness begin to seep through but I don't stop until the vehicle is blocking the view of the storefront.

Momma, clued into something being very wrong, hustles with the cart after me. She catches up quickly, not being on the verge of and accident and peers around the corner with our bagged cart.

"Sweetie, what on EARTH has gotten into y--" Seeing me, she braces the cart against the van, providing more cover, "ohh, my Baby," she coos gently, her tone softening to soothe, understanding completely.

I squat before her pitying gaze, piddling and sobbing full-force on the hot blacktop parking lot, soggy pull-up laying haphazardly near the hissing stream.

Momma knows the truth now, that I'm a baby who can't be trusted not to pee herself on a short afternoon out of the house. I whimper and my parts pulse confusingly. I feel my bladder twinge painfully and my body continues it flood. A shiver rips through me and my stream arcs forward while my clitty pulses.

Momma snaps into action, reaching over me to unlock and open the driver's side door and swinging it open to create a third side to my makeshift privacy screen. Then she reaches into her purse and slaps something crinkly on the seat.

Next think I know, she's hauling me by my armpits, still peeing, to sit on the driver's side, my legs dangling out the open side. I lift my hips to try to protest, but the padding underneath me crinkles. I set my hips down and shiver again as my clitty rubs the steadily soaking diaper underneath my bare butt. Momma is still moving, arranging my dress for modesty and throwing the soaked pullup into an emptied shopping bag and tying it off.

Once that's handled and we're not longer in indecent exposure territory, Momma gives me a hug, leaning into the open door and wrapping her arms around me while I'm still making potties. She takes a deep breath and squeezes me tightly, helping me empty out completely.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Momma murmurs while rubbing my back.

I can't answer, finally feeling the relief I've craved for hours. All I can do is shiver and moan. I buck my hips, aching but no longer heavy.

"You have been so good for me, baby." I let out a choked noise of disbelief, clit stiffening into my mess below. Momma doesn't let me interject.

"You have! You didn't have an accident in the store, even though you told me you needed potties! I'm so sorry that Momma didn't hear you baby, that must have been so scary for you!" I sob quietly for a few moments. It was scary for me.

It means the world to me that Momma apologizes, and always tries to do right by me. I sniffle and bury my head in her neck, yelping then reddening aas the wet diaper drags across my sticky parts.

"Oh, don't worry Baby, Momma feels the same," she takes one of my limp hands and presses it to the front of her skirt where she stands at attention underneath. I wiggle on the open diaper, tears banished. She chuckles lightly and pulls back.

"Let me load up the groceries and then we'll get going." I whine and turn to hop down and help.

"Oh no, no little one, you're too little to help. You stay here and make quiet, secret humpies in your mess. Momma is sooo going to make this up to you when we get home."

She chuckles to herself as she hustles around to the trunk, double checking to make sure their privacy has been maintained. She loads up while her little one churns their hips to produce breathy little moans she can barely hear over the engine.

[age-of-play-i-say]

anything going on in that cute little head of yours today? 😘

a lil baby dropping wayyy deeper than they usually do because they gotta pee when CG initiates playtime, being embarrassed and needy and CG being sooo here for it

Like:

mm nnn oh umm dada?

Ohh, I'm Dada today? Interesting. What is it, Baby?

hhh dis feels sooo tingly an an an good! Mhm! Mhmm?

*Baby waggles their hips, increasing the friction of CG's fingers stimulating their privates*

Well, good, Baby. I like when you're all tingly. Are you my precious little one now? Hmm?

mhmm!!! but?? Dada?

Yes, Baby? Do you need something else, like fingers inside?

ye! umm, no! am too full for fingies inside!

Too full? Too full of what, Baby? You can tell Daddy

*Baby squirms and whimpers, trying to hide their face in CG's chest while spreading their legs wider, CG gasps and picks up the pace of their stroking*

Ohhh, I see now, Baby. Too full inside, you're too full of peepee for Daddy's big fingers?

*Baby flushes pink and humps harder against CG's hand*

ye dada, ye, needa ummm needa hmmm

Say it, Little One. You can use your baby words, but I need to hear it or your playtime includes fingers inside. I know how much you like it. Tell Daddy what will happen if he puts fingers in you today.

hhhhh too full!! too full, no fingies!!

And why not, Baby?

too full, will make tinkies!!!! big ones!! ah ahh

*Baby starts to cry a little at how embarrassing and overwhelming it is, using such baby-ish language to describe their need*

Ohh, Baby! Don't cry, Daddy loves how needy you get like this! Good job using your words, Little One! You wanna keep going, or do you need a break for *whispering* tinkies?

hh mmm keep goin please please please dada need it neeeeed it

I can tell, yes you do. You need it so bad, so so bad. Daddy's gonna give it to you, hold on, don't cry Baby.

unhh! dada!! so so so tingly ohhh! but!! need make tinkies too!! bad!

I know, Baby, take Daddy's fingers and make your biiiig tinkies right in my hand. Let it out, Little One, I want all of you. Right now.

dadaaaaa! m peepees!! makin tinkies nn nows feels ssss so good dada feels so good

Good baby!!

[age-of-play-i-say]

Morning Glory

"G'mornin dada!" I present myself, in all my bed-headed glory, shifting obviously from foot to foot.

Daddy looks up and grins. He takes it all in, Mr. Hops in one hand, his old t-shirt stopping just above my still crinkly diaper.

"Good morning, little one!" Daddy puts down his coffee and kindle and opens his arms to me. He tucks his legs up onto the recliner with him, spreading his knees to open up a spot on his lap.

"C'mon, sweetie, I can hear your diapee is still dry enough to crinkle, and you know what that means!" He pats his thighs where he intends me to sit my diapered butt.

My face lights up before one hand shoots between my legs, desperately trying not to let go too early. I almost blush at my desperation, but Daddy redirects my anxiety back to the present moment expertly.

"Leak all you want, little one, you already succeeded at your goal! You stayed dry all night! Let go and come to Daddy for your reward, sweetie." He beckons me.

Despite my burning cheeks, my nipples grow hard and I shiver, letting a little spurt escape as I do. I nod shyly and scramble up the chair, plopping my almost-dry diapered butt on Daddy's lap.

He groans and I feel him move, pressing his big thingie against my crinkly tush. 

"Dada, your thingie mm . . . already hard?"

He chuckles and kisses the top of my head, running his big warm hands down my arms and over my chest, bringing his fingers to circle my nipples and make me whimper and then squeak. Clenching around nothing squeezed my overfill bladder enough to leak a little. Again.

"It is! I love our weekend morning routine, baby. A nice wakeup piddle and diddle sesh with Daddy."  He sighs and I feel his smile against my hair and his thingie growing to bump up against my hole outside my padding.

His hands slide down my sides to my hips, hooking a finger in both diaper tabs before forcefully popping them open. I gasp, but automatically spread my legs, dangling them over the side of the arms of the recliner. The diaper flattens a bit between the force of both our legs. I feel his thingie twitch, trapped under the diapey, pressed against his thigh under my tush.

Panting, Daddy, hovers his hand above my exposed little parts, flexing his fingers in anticipation.

"Are you ready to show Daddy just how good you are? How much piddle you held inside?" His two middle fingers make the light of contact with my outer lips, circling where my tdick is peeping out between them.

I nod eagerly against his chest, unable to stop myself from humping the air and whining. He groans, beyond teasing as I bounce on his big dada stiffie over and over.

He dips both fingers to my dripping lil baby bulge and gasps at how hard I am for him.

Suddenly his lips are at my ear, his legs bracketing mine. He's curled forward and he cups his hand to loosely cover all my privates.

"Piddles first, honey, Daddy won't risk hurting your little bladder. You did so good holding all that inside you. Make your piddles in Daddy's hand, please."

He won't have to ask again. My walls clench and burst, peeing right into his cupped hand. He'a moaning and grinding, mesmerized as my piddles drip off his hand into the rapidly-soaked diaper below.

His moans start getting louder and his hips are stuttering when he can't take it anymore and starts firmly jerking at my swollen lil stiffie even though I'm nowhere near finished going. I squeak and then gasp with mixed pleasure.

"Just keep spraying your diapey, little one, I want us to come together, mm. But I can't hold off anymore!" He jerks me faster with his soaked hand and goes quiet, focusing on my double release.

My stream picks back up, the motion of his hand making me spray into my padding like a rotating sprinkler.

I close my eyes and relax into Daddy's touch, my orgasm rolling up my spine and cresting over right as Daddy curls up and shouts. I white-out with pleasure and relief, still emptying the last of my bedtime piddles into the open diaper beneath me.

I come to with Daddy circling my now-soft peepee, coaxing it slowly to attention for one more release before we began our lovely weekend together.

[age-of-play-i-say]

dada?? needa make tinkies againnn, take baby potty?

"Baby, we've been to the potty twice in the last hour and you did nothing but whine and dribble. Daddy is proud of you for not having an accident in your big kid undies, but I won't take you to the potty again unless you really need to tinkle, okay?"

b-but dada!! am trynna be good an big an big kid undies are all wet! take baby potty, please!!

"All wet? No, Baby, Daddy helped you wipe both times. In fact, you seemed more convinced you needed to potty after you were nice and dry. . .Hold on. Baby?"

*wriggling and pressing their thighs together*

"What does needing the potty feel like? Where are the 'tinkles' coming from? Your tummy?"

nooo dada, not my tummy! need tinkies from--from my button! please dada please please take baby potty feels all wet nnnn don wanna have acciden

"Oh honey, I bet it does. That's not peepee inside you, you just need your playtime with Daddy. When we do that, we're making 'tingles', not tinkles. You just got the feelings mixed up! That's okay, you're just a Baby, after all."

am not a baby!! am big kid!

"You think a big kid can't tell the difference between making a peepee and having their little button rubbed by Daddy? Babies like you need help with their tingles, but big kids can do playtime on their own."

am big but -- but dada can rub my button please?? please please dada, am needed tink- umm tingles for so long!!

"Daddy can help you, honey! If you admit you're a baby, Daddy will rub your button as much as you want. First, go into the bedroom and grab a diaper, your favorite stuffie, and a paci."

dada no need diapies!! didn have a acciden!

"Baby, it's not a punishment. If you can't tell the difference between peepee and feeling tingly, then you clearly can't do playtime alone without supervision! Put your paci in and come back to Daddy holding your stuffie. Do it now please, otherwise Daddy will expect you to sit and color quietly until you actually need the potty."

*sniffling and stomping to the other room, cheeks pink and eyes shiny, rustling around and shuffling back sheepishly with paci in mouth, bottomless*

"What a good Baby for Daddy! You're already ready for your diaper, good job, honey! I'll spread out the diaper and I want you to sit on it, lean back against Daddy, and spread your legs, okay?"

*around the paci* okey dada, tank you, am baby

"There we go, all safe and sound. We're gonna have the diaper here just in case you really do need a peepee after all that excitement. After all, babies like you can't tell the difference! Ready for Daddy to rub your button, honey?"

[age-of-play-i-say]

Puppy Fever, pt. 1

I just have a cold, but I woke up aching and foggy, barely able to manage texting Daddy for help. Daddy appeared quickly, with a warm milk drink for me to wake up with. He coos as I take my medicine, and cannot stand my eyes watering as he breaks the news that he has to return to work while I languish in bed. He’d prefer I stay comfortable in my cozy bed, but I can’t bear to have him out of my sight when I’m like this.

He holds a finger up in the doorway and says “Give me 5 minutes, little one, and then Dada won’t leave your sight again” and I can hear him in every room, shuffling around with purpose. I doze unhappily, drinking my sippy cup and hugging my teddy bear stuffie.

Daddy reappears in the doorway and strides for my bed, sliding his arms underneath my body before bracing himself to scoop me up, blankets and all.

I moan, sore and miserable, and snuffle into Daddy's neck.

He does his best not to jostle me, walking slowly. As he does he whispers "I was saving this for your birthday, but today seems like the right time for a treat."

We round the corner to his office and I peer around his neck to see something new - a large plush doggie bed designed to fit under his desk, with grooves for his legs and feet to fit too. I cling to him and kick my feet happily before groaning from the exertion.

He bounces me lovingly before setting me down to explore my new spot. He adjusts my blanket to wrap around my shoulders and gives my bare bottom a pat. 

"Go on, sweetie, there are other goodies in your little baby corner. I'll be right here the whole time, and this way you don't have to go anywhere for my Zoom meeting later on."

I drop to my knees and crawl in. Out of sight, there's a small space heater, a DVD player with my comfort movies queued, starting with Lilo and Stitch. My favorite stuffies are all in attendance.

He also set up a small breakfast tray of different drinkies, snacks, and cold meds. As a final touch, the cold meds have a sticky note slapped on top that says 'grown ups only, Daddy will take care of it'

I coo happily, feeling warm all over for the first time since this cold hit me hard. I peek my face out and mean to thank Daddy, but no words come out. Instead my eyes get watery and I fling myself forward, hugging one of his legs.

He relaxes and settles into his chair, petting my upper back and hair before murmuring, "Sick as a dog, so I figured you might want to be my puppy for today." I whimper and hug his leg tighter, my bare bottom pressing on his socked foot. I'm turning pinker than my fever flush, not sure why I'm so blushy.

I look up at Daddy curiously. 

"Puppy?" I ask. He nods.

"Puppies don't have to speak, they get pets, tummy rubs, snacks." I nod, laying my head back on his knee before he says, "and any accidents or humpies without permission aren't naughty when you're a puppy." My head swivels to meet his gaze.

He was waiting for me. He leans down and pats the bottom of my puppy pen. It crinkles. He grins and leans back up.

"Lined with puppy pads and the base cushion is washable, so my sweet pup doesn't have to think about anything at all if they don't want to."

My lil winkie pulses against his leg without any movement from me, giving away my thoughts. He chuckles before continuing,

"You can also make humpies if you're up to it, or you can ask Daddy for help. No limits on anything that makes my baby feel good today, okay?" 

I nod, still fever-flushed but so aroused by his love and care. I don't look up at him and instead start rolling my hips against his leg.

He chuffs happily and focuses back in on his laptop, ignoring his puppy-baby churning their growing winkie on his bare ankle.

I squeal a few seconds later when my orgasm hits unexpectedly, leaving me gasping and shaking. I've been feeling so awful that getting off felt like a chore, and now Daddy has put me deep in headspace, caring for me more deeply than I've ever known.

No wonder I'm sensitive.

I sigh contentedly and give my sore hips one final waggle before lifting off, grabbing a drinkie from the tray and two stuffies and settling back between Daddy's legs, safe and sound.

[age-of-play-i-say]

Foul on the Play

Once they get to the baseball field, Daddy’s being naughty again. His Babyboy has asked for potties twice and Daddy said no the first time and the second asked Baby to wait.

Babyboy is perplexed. Daddy knows he’s in Little mode today and Babyboy’s bladder is notoriously tiny when in headspace. Babyboy whines and puts a hand between his legs to help him hold it, but he really needs his potty time! Of course, now Daddy is being attentive and snatches his hand away from his privates, giving his wrist some light, tickly kisses Babyboy normally LOVES.

But right now anything tickly is a big problem! Baby whines a little louder and makes his feet do a peepee dance. It’s embarrassing but it’s better than having an accident in front of all these people. The potties are so far away, he can’t go alone!

Sitting one bleacher above him, Daddy leans down to hold his boy around the shoulders and speak to him quietly.

“Now remember, Babyboy. None of these nice people can know you’re my baby today.” Baby squeezes his eyes and legs shut and nods. “But you’re all padded up, so you can go whenever, we just have to leave once you’re all empty to get changed, okay?”

Daddy looks around to see no one paying them any mind and whispers, “I’ll make sure you get special sticky peepee time during your change if you’re a good boy.” Babyboy wants the tingles with Daddy and rocks forward, their bottom crinkling against the thick blanket Daddy brought for them to sit on.

Daddy squeezes his shoulders to keep him still. “Shhhh. Being a good boy today means making your potties without anyone knowing. It’ll be hard! No whining or wiggling, can you do that for me, Little one?”

Babyboy nods, wriggling one hip before making a sizable effort to stay still.

Just in time, too, since one of Daddy’s friends is coming over. Baby’s bladder pangs with effort, not wanting to wet themselves in front of another grown up they don’t know! Babyboy tries to stand still, nodding along when Daddy explains he’s lost his voice.

He doesn’t have to try hard to look miserable and unwell. Daddy and the other man continue chatting about the game and work and it goes on and on. Babyboy looks at the floor, willing his bladder muscles to hold on just a bit longer. He bites his lip with effort and Daddy puts his hands on his tight shoulders, massaging them lightly while still speaking with his friend. 

Babyboy relaxes his shoulders, and feels the first spurts escape, instantly absorbed in his padding. He disguises his moaning as a quick coughing fit, feeling a small leak he couldn’t stop without giving himself away. The friend jumps back at the coughing and says he’ll catch up later, when Babyboy is feeling better.

Baby resents the intrusion into his headspace but nods and waves without eye contact as Daddy’s friend retreats.

Daddy pulls Babyboy off his seat, gasping and leaking, and pulls him between Daddy’s open legs, spinning Baby to face him, wrapping his arms around Baby’s tummy and squeezing. 

Babyboy gasps as his potties come rushing out into his padding, bouncing on his toes twice in surprise. Daddy turns his face into his own neck, gathering his Babyboy to his chest for an innocent-looking cuddle.

Babyboy’s pinched face and tiny little gasps are just what Daddy wants to hear as his Babyboy continues to obediently flood his diaper. Daddy subtly pats the soaked padding on his backside as Baby’s stream finally starts to weaken. 

Standing unevenly as they are, Baby can feel Daddy’s grown-up stiffie saluting his tummy and grins. 

“You did soooo good, Babyboy!” Daddy kisses Baby on his reddening cheeks. “Are you ready for your special change?” Baby nods eagerly.

“Good. Let’s head to the car, we’ll need privacy.”

[age-of-play-i-say]

Velvet Rider

“Sweetie, come here please!” Mama uses her special extra soft voice on me and I want to go right away.

The problem is, I don’t wanna stop my game, a fun, horsey ride on my rocking horse. I had been thinking about a check Mama did yesterday where she checked more than just the dryness of my padding.

Mama had swirled her fingers and ignored the little humpies I was making into her hand.

“Oh, my sweetie!” Mama had exclaimed. “Your peepee is all stiff! How long has it been like this?” She pumps it absently while I writhed and she tsked at me between her teeth.

“Do I need to up the number of private playtimes you get a day?” She was still pumping slowly at my special parts and I knew good and well I couldn’t answer her until she stopped. “Hm? I thought I told you to make humpies at least three times a day, so my good baby would be satisfied, even in your padding. Have you been slacking?”

Thinking about this exchange made me rock harder and faster, humping my padding while thinking about Mama’s lil pumps on my peepee. I curl my toes and shut my eyes while my hips bear down and I hear my padding crinkling against the body of the wooden horse, just as Mama appears around the corner of the nursery. I shiver, grinding back and forth, so close so so close to finishing.

“Good baby, following my instructions. Now release. Make your cummies on your horsey.”

My hips snap forward and I open my eyes and mouth involuntarily. I’m treated to the sight of Mama gently groping at her growing bulge. My eyes cross as I feel the orgasm climbing my spine. I come, squirting into my diaper as my hips keep stuttering on the horse.

Mama approaches behind me as my hips still and my breathing slows. She lets me feel her stiff Mama kitty against one leg. She humps at my padding from behind, forcing the rocking horse into motion. She moans when the rocking presses her cock against her baby. She starts juddering her hips and leans forward to whisper in my ear.

“That was so good, baby! You looked so cute, making your big squirties in your saddle!” I’m blushing and wriggling, feeling cute and silly. “Can you do something else for Mama?”

I lift my head and wriggle my tush, saying yes by moaning at Mama’s hard-on.

“Can you pee your diaper?” Mama whispered. “For me?”

I whined, high and loud, before nodding and laying back down on the horsey.

“Really? Ohhh, thank you little one. Go on, soak your padding for Mama!”

She thrusts subtly and the rolling of the horse against my bladder and hole is enough. I start wetting the padding, widdling my diapey just like Mama said.

Mama hears the hissing of my release and lets out a moan, bucking her big Mama stiffie into my crinkly tush over and over, coming with a deep grunt when she feels the warmth from my wetting on her desperately stiff cock.

“Oh baby, thank you thank you for your tinkle tush, mm.” Mama snuggles me from behind, holding me around my tummy. “Mmmm, maybe next time you can make your widdle right on Mama, hm?”

I pulse and let out one more gush involuntarily.

[age-of-play-i-say]

Peek-a-Baby

How about a little with a thingy who used to get into trouble diddling his doodle at Bedtime Snack time, since that's the only time his thingy isn't pressed all snug in a tight, thick, taped-shut diapey? And his CGs are trying out a new routine to make sure their baby is cozy all night in padding, while still having his Big needs met?

All the CGs know the drill once they pull off the diaper and tuck him into his towel-lined high chair for the fireworks section of the bedtime routine. Baby squirms, waiting for his CGs to get to serving up bedtime snack! Feeling frustrated that he’s not involved or being given attention, Baby pouts, spreading his legs and kicking them in frustration. The motion jiggles his doodle free, and the cool air of the kitchen hits him.

He gasps, rutting into the air, suddenly grateful all three of his CGs seem deep in conversation. He makes a loose fist and gathers precum at the tip before tugging hard and slow all down the shaft, hissing when his soft hand first makes contact with his twitching doodle.

Meanwhile, CGs watch Baby closely, making sure he gets the relief he needs before his hands are taped into mittens for bed, limiting Baby’s ability to seek unsupervised pleasure. 

Once Baby closes his eyes, the adults stare salaciously. Two of them slide hands under clothes, silently doing what Baby fails at beautifully: staying hidden under their respective tables.

Baby thinks the grown ups can’t see his Big Kid time because he can’t see below his own high chair tray. From the CGs’ perspective, Baby’s hard lil thingy is thrusting right at eye level.

They enjoy the view while Baby comes once, twice, and then squirts hard, shooting into the waiting towels on the floor before opening their eyes.

Baby opens his eyes to see two pinched, huffing faces, complete with shuffling arms. The other CG has been waiting patiently, leaning forward to greet Baby.

“Hi, Little One, welcome back!”

Baby blushes, soft and bashful.

“We gotta get you in your nighttime diapey soon, right Baby?”

Baby nods, lifting their arms to be lifted out to the change table.

“Oh, sweetie!” CG laughs happily, “you still need your snackie, yes?”

Baby suddenly remembers and pouts, squirming, feeling heavy and full. A bad feeling.

CG expected this, considering the diaper they pulled off their Little had been bone dry.

“The towels are for you, baby, focus on your release, okay? It’s bad for babies to hold it for too long.”

Baby wriggles hard, suddenly embarrassed at their vulnerable state, before CG appears in front of their high chair, gently tugging Baby’s softening doodle and pointing it towards the floor.

Baby’s oversensitive whining stops when CG says calmly, “If you pee now, you can make potties in your diapey all night without waking me. And if you do that, I’ll wake you up with a visit from Miss Wand to your diapey tomorrow morning. What do you think, little one? Would that be nice?”

Baby closes his eyes, whimpers and humps forward into omo CG’s hand, stiffening lil baby doodle making his bedtime potty times spray out farther and farther under the table, splashing the legs of two CGs already on the edge.

(I’m gonna be mean and leave it here bc I’m high and holding rn, little busy, little horny, you understand)

[age-of-play-i-say]

Puppy Fever, pt. 2

Sitting criss-cross applesauce on my bare tush between Daddy's legs, sipping my second drink after having taken my yucky medicine again, I realize how wiggly I am.

I cannot sit still! Puzzled, I stay my hips for just a moment and my bladder pangs loudly.

I sniffle and whine quietly, not for the first time this morning. Daddy reaches between his knees to scratch lightly as my scalp to soothe me, feeling a pang in his heart at his baby’s discomfort. He’s done all he can, but there’s only so much he can do to comfort his sick baby. 

In all the excitement of being Daddy's sick little pup, I forgot about going potty. In fairness, he did tell me not to worry about it, but now that I'm desperate, I find myself feeling soooo shy. It doesn't help that Daddy is, from the sound of it, in the middle of a meeting. He's not saying much, but he's unmuted to give feedback often.

I didn't even do my usual morning potty time and now it's veering on 11am and I'm filled to the brim, having been drinking often at Daddy's careful guidance. I put my sippy cup on the table and sit back on my knees, trying to work out what to do.

My brain is cloudy from the cold meds and the headspace, and all I know for sure is that I need to be quiet until the meeting is over. I'm so full that I know the volume of my release will be uncontrollable. I think about trying to let off some of the pressure but I'm so sore and tired that I know I won't be able to manage it.

I whine again, trying to figure out what to do. Then I remember that I'm Daddy's puppy today. I actively try to turn my brain off, replaying his words over and over in my head. 

I can trust Daddy. I trust Daddy.

I close my eyes and lean against Daddy's legs, trying to relax. He gives the back of my head a scritch and I smile dreamily and start piddling with a sigh.

I sink deeper and deeper into the headspace as the area around my tush gets soggier and soggier. I pick my knees up and let it flow, whimpering with relief. I circle my nipples over my sleep shirt and shiver. This feels so good so so good but I'm a puppy today. And puppies can make humpies and piddles wherever they want.

All of a sudden I miss Daddy. I know he's right here, but he doesn't know his good puppy is finally using their puppy pad thoroughly. I huff lightly and turn over, rutting my rock hard, tinkling winkie into Daddy's socked ankle.

I hear his quiet gasp while his sock gets sprayed and his hand comes back down to tangle in my hair, gently holding my head in place against his thigh. He can't do anything further but I don't need anything except his attention.

I lift my hips briefly and waggle them to hurry my stream along. Daddy grunts and I feel him start to shiver a bit when his sock is flooded with my piddles. I settle my hips back in and let my instinct drive my wild pace. My stream finally starts to weaken after almost a minute and I start humping with abandon.

Daddy's hand tightens in my hair and I hear him exclaim a quick "hang on, puppy, hold that release for Daddy!" I start to whine in protest but Daddy has already unmuted himself.

"Thanks so much! See you all again soon, mmMm" the last sound is not entirely in his control because as soon as I stilled my hips, the last of my potties came squirting out, right into his sock.

He leaves the meeting and slams the laptop closed above me. His grip on my hair loosens up and he flexes his foot to support my bottom. His other hand shoves down the front of his pants and pulls out his fully hard member, jerking it almost violently.

"Go on, puppy, finish up for Daddy. I wanna hear you as much as I feel you."

I start churning my hips again, squeaking and gasping. 

"Ohhh, that's my good puppy, finally making morning weewees all over your pee pee pad!" 

I snap my hips faster, panting and whining.

"That's right, puppy, piddling all over Daddy was the right choice. Keep going, we gotta get rid of that stiffie before Daddy draws you a bath. Don't want you j-jerking it in the tub and overheating-ah."

I come, crying and gasping all over him. His legs jerk when he hears my release and it's all he can do to keep a gentle hold on my hair while his big cock twitches and squirts. 

We come down together, breathing deeply. He rolls his chair back and crawls down to me, opening his arms.

I curl up inside them, shivering from overexertion.

"Oh sweetie! Was that too much?" He sounds worried.

I shake my head and burrow in closer. 

"Felt good, Dada." He grabs my blankie from bed that was discarded along with my sippy cup for humpies and wraps it around me.

"Good. You were such a good puppy for me this morning! Good job making peepee and humpies, little one!" He continues, not seeking a response, "is my good puppy ready for a nice bath?"

I coo and nod and mumble something under my breath.

"What was that, sweetie?"

I swallow. "I said . . . .am ready for bath, but after that-?" I wiggle shyly. "After that, mebbe a diapee? An paci? So my puppy pen stays dry." 

Daddy tries to react normally, but his pupils dilate and his breath speeds up. This is the first time I've brought up padding on my own, he's been incredibly patient and supportive with my progress in little headspace so far. And today I'm too tired and foggy to be embarrassed.

He blinks rapidly, trying to act normally. Even though he just came, I can feel him swelling against my hip before he says,

"Of course, little one. After your bath, we'll get you in a dry, puffy diapee so you won't have to worry about anything at all today."