#breastfeeding story

[halamanresmi]

Ngga Ngapa-ngapain

Sesi menyusui pernah membuatku merasa tidak berdaya karena ada perasaan "jadi ngga bisa ngapa-ngapain". Tidak bisa mengerjakan pekerjaan rumah, dan seringkali berusaha "nyambi" balas chat di ponsel.

Aku lalai mengingat fakta bahwa ketika menyusui, aku membutuhkan kalori lebih besar dibandingkan kondisi ketika tidak menyusui. Aku butuh  2425 - 2700 kkl untuk menyusui sedangkan dalam kondisi tidak menyusui adalah 2,125 sampai 2,250 kalori per hari.

Aku lalai mengingat bahwa ketika menyusui sebenarnya aku sedang melakukan sesuatu. Aku sedang menjadi perantara rezeki dari Allah untuk anakku. Aku sedang menjadi perantara kehidupan. ASI yang sedang kuperjuangkan agar bisa masuk ke perut bayi kecilku adalah makanan yang berisi nutrisi penting bagi pertumbuhan sel rambut, kulit, dan organ-organ penting lainnya.

Sesi menyusui juga menjadi pengikat batin antara aku dan anakku. Sesi yang dapat membantu mengisi tangki cinta bayi kecil ini agar semoga kelak diizinkan jadi manusia yang penyayang dan lembut hatinya.

[xsublimelimex]

Playing Mermaids

CW: Diaper play (including messing) & breastfeeding kink

Disclaimer: all characters depicted in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are NOT 18 or older, click away now!

“Mommy mommy mommy!!!” shouts my sweet little girlfriend as she runs into the kitchen slamming into me. “Woah woah woah baby” I clutch her biceps so she doesn’t fall over. Unfazed her bouncing doesn’t stop her tiny tits bouncing in her thin crop top, her nipples poking out from the chill of the AC in the house.

“Mommy I was just watching mermaids on the tv and they looked like they were having so much fun swimming around and mommy please I really really wanna go swimming in the pool now please mommy please!!!” she quite literally begs with her hands clutched in front of her giving me puppy dog eyes. I raise and eyebrow, “Now sweetheart before I answer your request, I need you to think back and tell mommy what you did wrong.”

She pauses her bouncing and scrunches her eyebrows together thinking. “Uhhh I dunno mommy, because I was running…?” She questions her high pitched excited voice lowering as she realizes her mistake. She looks down and twists her fingers together nervously before looking back up at me with her lip pouted and her lashes fluttering.

“Yes exactly, does mommy allow you to run in the house like you just did?” I question in my best stern mommy voice, one I usually don’t need to use. She lowers her eyes again and shakes her head.

I lift her chin up and she looks at me with her beautiful bright eyes. “The answer is no I do not because it’s dangerous and you could have hurt yourself or even knocked mommy over. Now what do you have to say for yourself?” I ask her moving my hands to my hips. She slips her thumb in her mouth to self soothe and mumbles around it. “I sowwy mama I pwomise nu running in da house for me eva again!” Her little lisp with her thumb in her mouth is just so fucking cute it’s hard to not just grab her and cuddle.

I soothe my finger down her rosy cheek and lean down and press a light kiss on her forehead. “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear, now hurry you little butt to the bedroom so I can change you into your swim diapie.” A big smile overcomes her face and she bounces. “Yay yay yay you’re the best mommy ever thank you thank you!” She exclaims, I slap her diapered butt and usher her out the kitchen. She speed walks ahead of me up the stairs and to our bedroom.

I step into the room and find her already spread out on the floor with the changing mat underneath her. Her legs are spread Eagle and she’s sucking on her thumb quietly. “Aw Baby you look so scrumptious.” I coo as I bend down and give her sweet chubby face kisses. She giggles and her free hand clutches my arm.

“Give me one second sweetie.” I stand and pull out what I’ll need to change her and sit back down between her spread legs. Wordlessly I pull off her crop top and her small tits spring to view, I also pull down her shorts. Now she lays just in her full diaper. “Alright baby let’s get you into your swim diaper and your swim top. But first let’s clean your little booty, is there a poopy in there sweetie pie?” I question as I rub the top of her diaper eliciting a moan from her. “I dunno mommy I no thinks so.” She mumbles around her thumb. I slide my hand down and squish her diaper. “Hmmm I guess mommy will just have to be surprised.” I say teasing her even though I smelt her stinky butt before I even entered the room.

I prep the wipes before I start pulling back the tabs of her diaper as she watches me intently. I pull her diaper down and surprisingly all I find is a piss soaked diaper. Her soft little chubby cock nestled so cutely against her balls glistening from her piss. “Oh sweetheart, are you having trouble making pushies?” I question as I rub her soft thigh. I guess that smell was her farts, poor baby girl.

She blushes and nods. “That’s okay baby no need to be shy mommy will help don’t you worry.” I coo and tickle her tummy. She giggles and wiggles around, “mommy swimming!!!”

“Okay okay I hear ya!” I joke and wipe her pretty cock clean with a baby wipe and her bum. “One second sweetie mommy just has to do one little think before I put in your swim diaper.” I get up and grab the glycerin suppository and a bit of lube and bend back down between her spread thighs. I spread the lube onto the supportutory and with my other hand I spread her cheeks to get a good look at her pink hole and she squeezes it shut just as I go to push it in. “No mommy I no wan it.” She wiggles and whines. I lock eyes with her and give her my best mommy stare. “Honey you need this you haven’t went poopy in two days now sit still and relax your little hole for mommy.” I tell her in a sharp no nonsense tone. She quiets and stopes wiggling. She spreads her legs again and suckles her thumb. I spread her cheeks again and look at her now relaxed hole. “Such a good girl I love how you listen to mommy. There we go there we go.” I say as I push the suppository into her small hole. She grunts as it slips in “ah” and I rub her thighs. “See it wasn’t scary at all now was it?” I question and she shakes her head.

“Now let’s get you into your swim diapie.” I grab the swim diaper and put her feet through the holes and slide it up her legs.“Lift your butt for mommy.” She lifts her butt and I get it over her cock and butt. She shifts around and reaches and pushes down on the front of the diaper. “Is the princesses cock not in the right position?” I question and without her answering I slip my hand in and move her cock into a more comfortable position but before I can slip my hand out she begins to piss into my palm. “Oh baby you’re going potty in mommy’s hand!” I explain and press down on her little piss hole. “I sowwy mommy I couldn’t hold it.” She says in embarrassment covering her pink cheeks with her hands. “It’s okay honey I know you can’t control your bladder, you’re mommy’s little girl after all!” I attempt to calm her, I don’t love my hand from her diaper because I don’t want her to think her little accident upset me. Slowly I rub the tip of her cock as she pisses and she moans “mommy”.

“There we go sweetie, such a good girl pissing your diaper. Next mommy is gonna need you to make pushies okay?” I tell her.

“Okay mama I try make pushies!” She tells me in a serious tone or what she thinks is a serious tone. I can’t help but smile, “good girl.” I pull my hand out and it’s soaked in her urine. “Mommy will be right back sweetie I just need to wash my hands.” I tell her as I head to the bathroom attached to our bedroom. I come back and she’s still in position rubbing the front of her diaper with her eyes closed.

“Uh oh is mommy’s good girl being bad?” I question with my hands on my hips. She quickly pulls her hand away, “sorry mommy my princesses parts were tingling.” She covers her face in shame.

“Don’t be embarrassed sweetie but I better not see you touch that little cock without mommy’s permission again. You hear me?” I bend down and help her slip on her swim tank top. “Yes mommy.”

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I’m laying on the day bed with my back propped up sipping a lemonade with my book watching as my sweet girl splashes around and swims like how she thinks a mermaid swims like. She’s quite possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Soon I’m gonna have to reapply her sunscreen, I don’t want her soft skin getting burnt.

She swims to the stairs and clutches her tummy. “Mommy I no feel good. My tummy really hurts.” Seems the suppository finally started to do its job. “Come to mommy baby I’ll help.” I call her over and she walks to me with her back bent and her arms clutching her stomach. I grab her arm and cradle her in my arms. Her wet body soaking my bikini. I brush her hair from her face as she moans in pain. “Shh it’s okay baby mommy is here now, I want you to take a deep breathe for me.” She breathes deeply, “Good girl, now i want you to make pushies.” She nods against my chest and scrunches her forehead.

I slip my hand down to her tummy and push just as she pushes. She moans in relief as she fills her diaper with her poop. “There we go such a Good Girl messing your diaper in mommy’s lap.” She grunts out as she keeps pushing and filling her diaper. “Ah mommy it’s so warm I can’t stop making poopy it keeps coming out.” I stroke her face and kiss her lips.

“It’s okay baby let it all out mommy will clean your stinky little butt up once you’re all finished.” I coo and she nods against my heavy breast and pulls my bikini top down my big double DD tit falling out. My nipple is already hard and leaking milk. “You want mommy milk baby?” I question quietly. She nods and whines opening her mouth and drool leaks out. “Shh it’s okay here you go sweet girl.” I slip my nipple into her mouth and she matches in right away sucking hard. I hold the back of her head just as my eyes shut in ecstasy.

Oh fuck that feels so good. I slip my hand between her legs and her little cock is pushing the soaking wet diaper out and I brush over it briefly eliciting a moan before I slide my hand against wet bottom. I press down and squish her diaper smearing her mess against her and she pushes her butt back against my hand liking the feel. I pat her bum and and move my hand back up and rub her chubby cock through the diaper. She moans in pushes against my hand searching for more. “You can come whenever you want baby.” She moans and nods suckling harder.

I need to see her little tits. I push her top up with my other hand that’s around her and her tiny tits spring to view. “So perfect baby I love those tits, only for mommy’s eyes to see.” She pulls my other tit out and plays with my nipple rolling it in between her fingers. I moan and rub her cock faster. She clamps her thighs closed and rides my hand. My nipple slips from her mouth and she moans as milk dribbles out across her chin. “Oh yes mommy yes I’m making cummies in my messy diaper.” Fuck she’s so sexy.

“Good Girl cum for mommy.” I praise her and slip my nipple back into her gaping mouth. “Now keep suckling on mommy’s tits.” She moans and licks my nipple before her rhythmic suckling resumes.

[wambos-storytime-corner]

7 Deadly Diapers, Ch. 3: Gluttony pt. 2 (TW: addiction, weight shaming, and body shaming)

“Uhhhh How should I know?” Whitney cocked her eyebrow and in confusion, a chuff of humored air escaped her lips.

“Oh gee, I don’t know. Maybe because my gym bag was right where I left it this morning and now YOU’VE filled it with this! Was starving me not enough?” Ethan steamed.

“Look I really don’t know where all that stuff came from but why don’t you just—?”

“Grab some other clothes? Yeah yeah, I saw what you did to the wardrobe too! My clothes are all gone and all that’s left is shit like this!” Rifling in the bag for a moment he snakes out a pale blue, form fitting, snap-crotch baby onesie but sized up for an adult. Whitney covered her mouth to stifle any giggles. After a stutter she clears her throat.

“Okay Ethan, what’s going on? Where’d you even get that thing?”

“In our closet! Where YOU put it!— no. No! Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m not entertaining any of this anymore. Now if you aren’t gonna tell me where my shit is, I need something to wear to the gym.” He holds out his hand, “give me your sweater. C’mon.”

Whitney realized that this situation was quite confusing for the both of them, but the tone in Ethan’s voice threatened an argument she didn’t have any energy for after their last one five minutes ago. With a sigh, she works the sweater up and off of herself. Ethan watched with a tapping foot and a huff until he saw what laid beneath her bulky, unflattering top layer.

His eyes followed up to her belly button now nestled in a gently slimmer figure, then to her waist which smoothly swayed inward with healthy folds, and finally he was struck by sheer awe as he was introduced to her new, swollen, double D-cup boobs held up by a bra that practically buckled under their weight.

“W-whoa.. uh.. I..” he gulped and stuttered. The entirety of his demeanor shifted suddenly. His lips smacked hungrily as drool pooled in his mouth and started escaping his open jaws.

“Uh, Ethan?.. Hello! Earth to Ethan?!” Whitney snapped impatiently causing her husband to slurp up the string of slobber dangling off his lip and clear his throat. But she noticed where his line of sight was. “What are you looking at you perv..? Ugh do you want the sweater or not?”

Something stirred in his stomach however as he looked at the sweater and his wife’s ample bosom. He was met with a decision for where the conversation and their dynamic would go next. And he didn’t like what his brain craved more out of the two options. His stomach, however, was all too willing to give him away. It snarled hungrily.

GARGLLLLLGLLR!!

“Ahem. Uh.. pardon me.. erm.. about dinner. I’m.. sorry.” He scratched his head in shame.

“You’re what?”

“I’m sorry! Okay? Uh… I should be more.. thankful! And ready to drink— NO! EAT Whatever you prepare for me..” he approaches her. A crazed, desperate and almost addict-like look in his eyes, even going so far as to move her sweater-holding hand out of the way. She put her foot up haphazardly and unintentionally against his crotch to stop him.

“Whoa there, tiger! What’s your angle?” She said, bewildered by his unusual change of heart. But amidst her confusion, a pang of discomfort struck her in both nipples. She winced and grasped her breasts. Pulling her hands away she noticed a white substance left behind from their tips. She was lactating. But the revelations didn’t stop there. She couldn’t help but spot that her husband’s eyes were locked onto the puddle of rich milk in her palm like a junkie, ready to relapse.

Curious, she lifted her palm towards his face and after a terse moment of silent internal conflict… Ethan began to lap up the milk like a newborn kitten. Whitney’s thoughts began to wander somewhere a bit more devious watching her critical, body-shaming husband desire her breast milk so eagerly. Until finally she had her plan come together. A wry smile wrapped over her face.

“Oh yeah~? You want these puppies that bad? Gosh… You sure don’t look the part though…” she sultrily nods towards the gym-turned-diaper bag, letting her diabolical plot begin to unfold, “You know what I want you to put on. Chop chop, mister! The gym can wait…”

[crissiebaby]

Push Me, Mommy

DISCLAIMER: This story contains ageplay, gentle femdom, diaper usage, masturbation/diaper sex,  breastfeeding, and other ABDL themes! I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Silenas

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Digging a finger between the elastic of his soft pink, cotton socks and his delicate ankle, Sammy quickly slid off one sock and then the other before sneaking his little toesies over the rim of the stroller. He chortled as the mellow, early evening air whizzed between his stretching piggies, cooling them down after a long day out and about. From shopping at the mall and eating in a fancy café to the Mommy-Little potty class he attended weekly, the diaper-clad Little had been on a tirade of fun all afternoon. If it hadn’t been for the stroller, he would’ve been resigned to returning home after his exciting day out completely pooped. Thankfully, he didn’t have to worry about how exhausted he was while under the diligent care of his Mommy.

“Uh oh! I see someone’s widdwe grippers poking out,” said Jade in a sing-songy voice from behind the oversized stroller’s telescoping handlebar, immediately causing Sammy to yank his feet downward. She giggled, adoring the silly antics of her precious Little. Unlike her easily exhausted baby boy, she was nowhere near tired as demonstrated by the peppy bounce in her step. Whatever equivalent of Little Space existed for Bigs, she was feeling it in full force, “You got a good hold on that pencil holder, sweetie?”

Nodding his head enthusiastically with a small, clay pot in his hands, Sammy responded, “Uh huh! Ish extwa safe!” he said, snickering merrily as he held his handiwork close to the chest of his overalls with pastel-colored patches scattered across the infantile, denim outfit. Painted sky blue with red and yellow flowers circling the pencil holder’s circumference, Sammy’s handmade cup was practically indistinguishable from one a toddler would craft, making him love it all the more.

All of a sudden, Sammy felt the wheels of the stroller come to a full stop, prompting him to peek over the side of his carriage. His eyes instantly widened with anticipation as he spotted an empty park playground. Usually, he had to suppress his unending desire to play in public spaces. However, given that the sun was low and the park was empty as far as the eye could see, this was the perfect opportunity to indulge his need for Little Space activity. 

“We’ve got a little time before we need to head home and get dinner started. Wanna play for a few minutes?” said Jade, already knowing Sammy’s answer before she asked. Sure enough, her subby bundle of joy was practically attempting to leap out of the stroller as he craned his head over the canopy and nodded vehemently. Sadly, it was his own fatigue that did him in. She watched empathetically as Sammy’s jelly legs crumbled beneath his weight, sending him crashing into the spongy cushions that lined the stroller’s bassinet, “Oh dear, that tired huh?”

Folding his arms with a mighty pout taking shape in the center of his face, Sammy gazed at the playground longingly. Had he known jungle gym playtime was on the table for today, he would’ve used his energy more sparingly. “Ish no faiw! I wansa pway, Mommy!” he whined with an unmistakable lisp.

Gazing amongst the playground’s offerings, Jade searched for a way for her baby to play in the park whilst remaining stationary. The solution to her problem presented itself in the form of a four-seater swing set: three of which were normal swings that anyone of any age could sit on with a baby swing filling in the fourth slot. For a brief moment, she considered the possibility of plopping Sammy’s tushy inside the waste-guarded baby swing. The mental image was almost too tempting. Tragically, the thought of her baby boy getting stuck in the swing, while admittedly hilarious, would be far less funny if she was forced to call for help. Why ruin the day with a mean-spirited prank when some soothing swing-time would surely bring an equal amount of blush to Sammy’s face? “Hey Sammy-cakes, I think I see a swing over there with your name on it,” she said, pointing toward the row of dangling seats.

Within seconds, Sammy’s somber expression made a complete 180-degree turn. Holding up grabby hands, he exclaimed, “Uh huhs! I wansa swing weawwy high!” His excitement doubled as Jade lifted the clay pot from his hands before lifting him out of the stroller. He was so lucky to have such a tall and athletic Mommy.

The chains of swing jingled and jangled as his pampered rear settled into place atop the black, flexible strip of canvas. It was a delightful sound that compelled Sammy to clap and Jade’s heart to sore. Their Little-Big synergy had been maxed out.

“Push me! Push me!” chanted Sammy, kicking his legs gleefully as he anticipated his initial launch. That anticipation would increase by a gazillion times once Jade’s hands planted themselves on his hips and pulled him backward. The butterflies whizzing throughout his tummy reacted in kind, ramping up their fluttering to astronomical speeds. He was so excited that his body unconsciously expelled several spurts of urine into his diaper; a product of his existence as a perma-diapered dork.

Extending the swing up and back as far as her strength permitted, Jade heaved Sammy forward with all her might, propelling her baby boy through the air at a pleasing pace. “Don’t forget to move your leg, my honey baby,” she said, tossing in Sammy’s favorite embarrassing pet name for good measure.

Sammy minded his Mommy’s wishes dutifully, extending his feet outward at the peek of his arc. He then used his momentum to throw his legs back as the swing crashed back to Earth, returning him to Jade’s loving embrace. A second push immediately followed, repeating his jubilant ascent. It was safe to say his Little Space levels were off the charts.

Likewise, Jade’s Big heart swelled with love for her darling Little. Allowing Sammy to be his silly, diaper-soiling self was more important to her than life itself. He was her everything, and she was his. “Is that high enough, Honey Baby Sammy?” she asked, coyly snickering as her hands collided with the crinkly surface of a diaper. It was a kink, they shared after all.

“Uh-huhs!” shouted Sammy, his voice filled with unabashed glee as gravity ushered him back toward his Mommy at a pleasant speed. He and his Mommy continued to play the day away with the sun slowly lowering itself on the horizon as if every push from Jade propelled the Earth to rotate. Waggling his legs with no regard for how silly he looked, he never wanted their playtime to end.

*GRUUUUUUUUMBLE!*

Sadly, all good things must come to an end, which was a lesson Sammy’s rumbly belly was more than happy to remind him of. “I-I hungy, Mommy,” he said bashfully as a line of blush from earlier resurfaced. A grumpy tum meant only one thing: feeding time. The front of his diaper began to wiggle and pulse as Jade slowed his swinging to a stop.

“Alrighty, take Mommy’s hand, sweetie,” said Jade, extending her hand to Sammy and waiting for him to accept it. Her smile expanded rapidly as he sheepishly reached out and wrapped his entire hand around her fingertips. Leading her baby boy by the arm, she escorted them to a nearby park bench and took a seat near the edge to give him as much room as possible. Her hand patted the space next to her sensually, “Lie down, baby.”

Sammy’s butt sank into his squelchy padding as he obeyed Mommy’s command, alerting him to how much he had used his diaper while swinging. Overwhelmed by a tantalizing combination of love and lust, he quickly threw his head down onto Jade’s lap, burying the crimson hues adorning his cheeks.

“Aww! What a shy little slice of pie you’re being! Are you excited to nom on Mommy’s boobies?” teased Jade, relishing in the way Sammy mashed his face into her thighs harder out of sheer embarrassment and squeed at the top of his lungs. She could easily turn him into a babbling mess with a few more comments like that but she didn’t want Sammy to end up non-verbal for the rest of the night. Instead, she shifted her attention to unclipping the front of her maternity bra in preparation for Sammy’s feeding. After months of using a breast pump daily, her melons had swollen to nearly double their original size, providing her with all the nutrition a growing baby could ever need. Placing a hand under Sammy’s head as she spun him face up, she lowered the front of her loose-fitted top, revealing a tit equal to the size of her Little’s head.

Sammy’s eyes widened in unison with his mouth, feeling spoiled rotten as his lips were guided to Mommy’s taut nipple. His tongue swirled around Jade’s areola, tasting the first few drops of her sweet, warm milk. Those drops soon transitioned into a trickle before becoming an all-out stream of murky, white fluid, with Sammy trapped beneath the weight of her bountiful bosom and forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful. Not that he was complaining one bit. He’d happily suckle on Jade’s mommy milkers for the rest of time if that’s what she wanted.

Meanwhile, Sammy’s cock raged on the inside of his pillowy diaper, begging for the gentle caress that only a Mommy could provide. He feebly thrust his hips, bouncing his butt up and down without any control. Gobbled up by a void of pleasure, his arms fell limp to his sides and his eyes rolled back as he felt Jade’s hand bless the front of his diaper with its presence. 

Jade soothingly scratched the back of Sammy’s hair while her other hand mooshed into his squishy diaper front, surrounding him with comfort on all sides. “That’s my happy baby,” she said, gathering as much diaper fluff as she could around the base of Sammy’s crotch before sliding her fingers around the outline of his shaft, “My happy, horny widdwe baby.”

Quaking didn’t begin to describe the way Sammy’s body blissfully twitched and convulsed. Interred within the logical recesses of his brain, he could tell an orgasm was near even if his conscious mind had all but gone silent. His muffled moans echoed out across the darkening sky as he continued to fill his stomach to the point it began to pooch out the tummy flap of his overalls.

Jade could sense that Sammy was close to climaxing due to the increasing suction around her nipple. Growing sore and not wanting to leave her mammaries lopsided, she knew a change-up was in order. “Time to switch, my honey baby,” she said, unlatching Sammy from her right breast and shifting him to her left without missing a beat. With part two of his feeding underway, she picked up the pace of her diaper fondling to ensure he squirted before his meal was complete.

“Abababa!”

“I know, sweetheart. We’re almost home.”

Suddenly, a pair of unfamiliar, tired-sounding voices pulled Jade’s focus away from Sammy and toward the park’s walking path. Seconds later, a young Daddy and his adorable Little rounded a section of trees. He had her hoisted upon his back, her aching feet dangling at his sides. Behind her, a brown, bulging nappy sagged far below the hemline of her skirt, earning a nose chuckle from Jade. Fortunately, the Daddy looked completely unphased, likely the product of his impressive physique.

The Daddy and Jade made eye contact with each other as he and his baby girl passed by, nodding to each other in solidarity. He shot a pining glance at her stroller momentarily, which didn’t go unnoticed. “Bought it second-hand on eBay. I highly recommend,” she said, receiving a snicker and a meek thumbs-up from the perspiring papa.

“MMMMMM!” wailed Sammy, yanking Jade’s eyes southward. In the midst of advising the Daddy on how to buy a premium stroller without breaking the bank, she’d absentmindedly edged Sammy past the point of no return. Milk dribbled down his chin as he erupted with ecstasy, gushing countless globs of cum into his beloved padding. His sucking ceased as his quivering body steadily calmed down. 

Raising her hand from Sammy’s diaper, Jade resumed running her nails along his scalp, though at a considerably slower pace. Aftercare was now the name of the game. “Did you have fun, Sammy?” she asked, giggling as his bobbing head bobbled her boobs. As her gaze drifted off toward the fading sunset, she sighed with an abundance of contentment. It had been a wonderful day, which made what she said next a tad bittersweet, “It’s time to head home, honey baby.” With his head resting against her, she hugged his upper half tightly. Soon, they would be welcomed by the coziness of their house but for a few moments longer, they got to enjoy the final fleeting seconds of daylight. Until tomorrow, Mr. Sun.

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*RIIIIP!*

Unsticking the last of the four tabs, Jade promptly patted the square of tape down on the diaper’s landing pad. “Ah! There we go. Much better,” she said, wiggling her hips atop the changing table and indulging in her favorite part about being diapered: the symphony of crinkling. Straining her peripheral vision in Sammy’s direction, she arched her back in a seductive manner as she sat up, “Like what you see?”

Sitting criss-cross applesauce in a fresh, nighttime diaper with his hands gripping his ankles, Sammy eagerly affirmed Jade’s question, “Uh huhs! Chus weawwy, weawwy pwetty!” His grabby hands made a pleasing reappearance, illustrating his desperation to be held inside her arms. Mommy never looked sexier to him than when she was padded.

“Hehe! You’re too sweet, honey baby,” she cooed, leaping off the changing table and adjusting the hem of her diaper. She may have been a full-time Mommy but the diaper lover in her needed to be pacified as well. Luckily, she had the best baby boy in the world who didn’t think of her as any less Big to him whether she was nappied or not, “So, Sammy-baby, do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon tonight?”

Shuffling his feet exuberantly beneath the covers, this was perhaps Sammy’s favorite question. “Big spoon!” he said, holding his arms open wide, both for emphasis and in preparation for his Mommy’s arrival.

Jade flicked off the light switch, leaving only the soft glow of a crescent moon nightlight to guide her toward Sammy and a very comfy-looking crib. Slipping into bed, her simpering lips curled inward as she allowed herself to be cuddled into her baby’s chest. She scooted her butt back until it too was pressing into Sammy’s form, biting her lip as she felt him stiffen as though their playtime at the park hadn’t occurred. “Nite nite, Sammy,” she said, nestling her head into the crux of his arm.

“Ninis, Mommy,” replied Sammy, squeezing and snuggling Jade as the pair of padded lovers settled into place for a good night's sleep.

THE END.

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Jerry thought his new temp gig would be like any other, that was until he met the CEO of FAR Industries, Ms. Crawford, who would forever change his life.

The moment Ms. Crawford laid eyes on Jerry with his small frame and quiet and innocent demeanor she knew he would be perfect for her unique modeling company. She had built an empire around one thing, powerful women reducing and treating men like helpless big babies. What’s more, Ms. Crawford doesn’t just want Jerry for her company, she wants him for herself.

Jerry soon discovers Ms. Crawford is too powerful of a force to resist and before he knows what’s happening he finds himself diapered and nursing at her breast. But this is only the beginning of what she has in store for him and his soon-to-be Nanny Tina.

[babishfantasies]

I promised - part 4

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

It was a beautiful sunny day at the park. The grass extended for as far as the eye could see, and a huge playground sat in the middle, filled with slides, monkey bars, rings, swings and everything a proper playground needs. There were lots of kids playing there, and though they didn’t look all that younger than me their behavior and clothing did suggest they were indeed kids, at least at heart. As I watch them from afar I do get kind of jealous, after all it looks like they’re having a lot of fun. “Do you want to play with the other kids sweetie? I’ll wait for you if you want” said a voice behind me. As I turn I realize it’s her, and god she looks gorgeous. She’s wearing a beautiful floral sundress that hugs her chest and waist tightly, with a lower cut that makes her breast dangle to the sides when she moves. She’s also wearing a sun hat that gives her a somewhat elegant look. While I’m sitting there, dazzled by her looks, I almost forgot her question. “N-no… it’s fine… I was just looking. That’s all” I said only to get a condescending smile and a “ok sweetie”.

I had just realized we were sitting on a picnic blanket with a typical picnic basket sitting in the center. I also caught on my clothes, a purple dungaree, a long sleeve white t-shirt and white sneakers, and realized how infantile it looks. I didn’t mind though, all the other kids were wearing similarly infantile clothes, so I guess it’s ok.

“So, if you don’t want to play I suppose we could take a snack” she inquired, to which I just nodded in agreement. “Ok baby, then come here” She said while extending her arms and moving her hands, inviting me to approach her, to which I started to crawl towards her. She might have been just right there, but I felt like it took me ages to reach her, and when I did I realized something that had escaped me for some reason. She was huge. Normally she was about a head taller than me, but right now she was easily twice my size. It was kind of supernatural, but I wasn’t scared at all. Quite the opposite, her size made me feel safe and comforted.

As she picked me up with little exertion she said “Ok honeybunch, now let me put you right here” while she was sitting me just in front of her, with my head resting on her tummy, and her boobs dangling above my head, almost patting me with each movement she made. I couldn’t be more happy with that if I’m honest. “Perfect” She proclaimed as I was safely in place. “Now we can begin”.

She reached for the basket and produced a strange sweet from it. It was like a small pie but with an oval form and an almost solid pink meringue covering it. I didn’t had much time to study it though. “Ok sweetie, open wide” she said playfully as she sent it straight into my mouth, only to produce another similar looking sweet, this time to eat her herself. The sweet was alright, it was sweet and lemon flavored, with the meringue easily dissolving in your mouth. As I eat It I realized that it was more than good actually, it was delicious. So delicious in fact that my legs started to move playfully and for some reason I started to clap, almost as if my body couldn’t contain the joy of eating such a yummy sweet. “It looks like my little baby liked his little treat, didn’t he?” she said with that feigned enthusiasm one uses for little kids, to which I only giggled and said “yesh mommy. More”. “Of course honey, here you have” said Mommy as she produced a similar sweet, but this time with green meringue and melon flavored, which I eat with the same enthusiasm I did the last one.

And so I began to eat those delicious treats one after the other, and strangely I never felt like I was getting full, though I did had another problem. All of those treats were yummy, but they were kind of dry, so after I finished each one I felt like the next one was harder to swallow due to the increased dryness in my throat. I couldn’t stop at first though, and just ignored the problem, but after 20 of those sweets I just couldn’t ignore it anymore. So when Mommy presented the next one I asked “mommy, I’m a little dry, you have something to drink?”. As she heard that she put the treat back into the basket and then picked me up, this time to settle me in her knee and with my face right in front of her massive titty. “I see my little sweets monster needs his milkies time” She said as she dropped the upper part of her sundress revealing her massive boobs, both of them already dripping with milk. “Milkies!” I said as I latched on the tit that was in front of me and started to greedily suckle it. “Oh my. My little baby loves his milkies time” she said lovingly while patting me on my head and making a slow rhythmic move with her knee. And I really did love milkies time. Not only did I had the chance to drink mommy’s delicious milk, but it was such a lovely and relaxing time, and I knew mommy loved it as much as I did so that made it even better!

After I was fully relaxed on mommy’s chest, steadily suckling with my eyes closed, she said “Let’s take a walk in the park, shall we?”. As I remained unresponsive, mommy started to wrap my body around hers with a tight fabric. I didn’t understand what was going on, but after a while she got up and I felt how the fabric was keeping me in place, with my legs hanging from the sides and my body tightly pressed against mommy’s. So I just kept suckling while she walked through the park, bobbing me up and down, sometimes talking to other mommies in an indecipherable language about things I wouldn’t understand even if I could decipher their secret code. I just kept suckling blissfully until I felt a tingle in my crotch followed by a dampness. “Oh, it seems like my baby just had an accident” I heard mommy say while I just kept suckling, completely immersed in my own heaven. “He’s such a little fountain, especially when he’s breastfeeding” She said to someone else, but this time her voice was getting farther away. “If there was only a way to solve this problem” her voice was even farther now. “Something like… diapers maybe?” Said the other person while the dampness in my pants continued to grow.

Then, suddenly, I opened my eyes. I was back in my room. I was a little bit disoriented from just waking up, and my first instinct was to look at the window to see if it was day or night. It was early in the morning by the look of it. After confirming that and feeling a little more awake I shifted my attention to my sweatpants, only to find that I was not wearing them but rather the shorts I usually wear to sleep, and as I feared they were damp with my little “accident”. It’s such a humiliating thing to come while sleeping, it’s an outright betrayal from your body. Then I remembered the reason why they were damp and I went from mad to miserable. What was up with that dream? It was so weird. I didn’t even wanted to remember it, but I was painfully aware of it, of all of what happened and how hard it was for me to make sense out of it. But then, was it as weird as I thought considering… my little special time with Amanda yesterday?. “My god, what the fuck?” I said with a half asleep voice, fully realizing that the woman in my dream looked exactly like her.

As I was going through all of these extremely humiliating feelings and experiences I heard a knock on the door. “Can I come in?” she said, only to barge in without giving me time to answer. I remained completely frozen looking at the door as I saw her come in, wearing only her nightie, sleepers and with her hair still messy from waking up. As usual she looked beautiful. “Good morning Ashley” She said in a playful tone. “It’s Ash, you know that” I answered. I hated when she called me that. She just smiled and then directed her sight to my crotch. “Awwww, did you had another accident sweetie?” She said while approaching me with a worried face. Those words cut so deep into my pride I only could muster the strength to cover my shorts with the bed covers and mutter a “n-no”.

[saglaophonos]

another sheebergnant polycule moment has hit instagram

i’m more surprised a post of this nature didn’t happen sooner than i’m surprised it exists now that we’re in the neighbors arc. we can always rely on georgia for an rpf moment

[mylittleredgirl]

just learned about how they apparently re-released a shorter version of the stargate sg-1 pilot as a direct to video movie like 12 years after it initially aired, with a bunch of scenes and dialogue taken out?? and possibly actors re-dubbing lines or re-filming things to be less iconic...??? i haven’t seen any of the stargate movies except The stargate movie, but absolutely everything i hear about them makes it seem like a series of the most improbable choices ever released on dvd. this is the direct opposite vibe of every other re-master of a beloved classic show. who green-lit this. who sat in a room like you know what? fuck you. *un-directors your cut*

[coochiequeens]

Pregnant and breastfeeding women have everything they eat and drink scrutinized yet the Australian Breastfeeding Association is ok with a man feeding a baby “milk” tainted with chemicals. 🤔 What’s the difference, could it be that ….. “On May 12, Standing for Women Queensland posted a Twitter thread on the Australian Breastfeeding Association having received $20,000 from an LGBTQ lobby group to create an educational booklet about “chest feeding.” 

Reduxx has learned that two women in Australian have received notices from Twitter informing them they have broken Australian law after tweeting about a trans-identified male who has been breastfeeding a child.

Jasmine Sussex and Standing For Women Queensland (SFWQ) were both contacted by Twitter on May 16, with the platform informing the two accounts that specific content they had posted would be censored to Australian users in order to comply with Australian law.

Twitter sent two emails to each user, the first explaining that the platform had received “official correspondence” from a “government entity or law enforcement agency” which had claimed that their content had violated Australian law. A second email was sent shortly after to each user advising them that the content was going to be withheld in Australia.

Sussex had one tweet withheld, while SFWQ had five tweets censored in total. All of the content referred to an Australian trans-identified male who sparked backlash last year after publicly declaring he had induced lactation and was breastfeeding his own biological son.

Speaking to Reduxx, Sussex explained that she was horrified when she first received the notice from Twitter. 

“I was appalled that it was claimed to be in violation of Australian law to criticize what I and most Australians consider to be a cruel and medically dangerous experiment on newborn babies,” Sussex said.   

Sussex is a veteran advocate for breastfeeding mothers, and found herself fired as a volunteer breastfeeding counselor in 2021 after pushing back against the adoption of “gender neutral” language in breastfeeding care.

The following year, Sussex was removed from the Australian Breastfeeding Association (ABA) after 18 years of membership.

“I was sacked for. … ‘Engaging in Sectarian Controversy’ in breach of the ABA constitution,” she explains. “In other words, continuing to talk about the dangers of gender identity ideology for mothers and babies, including how men were forcing their way into the breastfeeding relationship by attempting to induce lactation.”

But it was while she was still a member of the ABA that Sussex first came across Jennifer Buckley, a trans-identified male who had begun to participate in motherhood discussions on the ABA’s Facebook page.

Buckley, who began transitioning in 2017, first induced lactation in 2019 in en effort to breastfeed his biological son after his wife gave birth. The 41-year-old paramedic said he had wanted to “experience what it was like to be a mum and breastfeed.”

But Sussex was disturbed by his decision, and had witnessed him participating in motherhood discussions on the ABA Facebook. 

“Buckley [had been] boasting about making ‘colostrum’ for his newborn son as a transgender ‘mother.’ I didn’t respond to him directly … but I did raise with the ABA that ABA Counsellors are entitled to a safe workplace and that what appeared to be a man identifying as a woman was on the page boasting about making colostrum. Only the birth mother makes colostrum,” Sussex explains, noting that she was swiftly penalized for raising her concerns about him.

“I was blocked from the [Facebook] page and sent an email that afternoon saying it was a breach of our code of conduct/ethics for me to even raise this as a workplace health and safety issue with the ABA.”

Sussex says that she received an email from the ABA’s National Training Manager the next day removing her from her service on the National Government Funded Breastfeeding Helpline. 

In May of last year, Sussex attempted to appeal to the ABA’s board on why she shouldn’t be expelled, directly referencing her concerns with Buckley. 

“I raised my concerns as [I felt it was a dangerous medical experiment on humans, and due to safeguarding issues for counsellors and breastfeeding mums and babies. I also said that supporting fathers to breastfeed to affirm their gender identities is antithetical to the work of the ABA in supporting its first and only priority as per the code of ethics and constitution – the breastfeeding mother and baby partnership.”

Sussex’s attempt to convince the board to reinstate her membership has so far been unsuccessful. But since then, Sussex has had multiple interactions with Buckley through social media.

On May 12, Standing for Women Queensland posted a Twitter thread on the Australian Breastfeeding Association having received $20,000 from an LGBTQ lobby group to create an educational booklet about “chest feeding.” 

The organization wrote: “Profit before ethics & safeguards for babies and mothers. Babies are being used as props for male perversion.”

To emphasize their point, Standing For Women Queensland posted a screenshot from a May 2022 Daily Mail article profiling Buckley’s decision to induce lactation and breastfeed his son. The article was fully redacted by the Daily Mail in late 2022 after Buckley complained about his representation in the piece, but archived versions of the report still exist.

In response to the tweet by SFWQ, Sussex responded with a link to another article featuring more information on Buckley, writing: “This is Buckley’s delusional queer theory take on his experience ‘breastfeeding.’ Silver lining of this awful start to life for baby Auden is that he was almost exclusively formula fed thanks to his mum.”

Days later, both SFWQ and Sussex received notices from Twitter informing them that an official entity was claiming that they had violated Australian law for the tweets, and that the content would be restricted in Australia. 

SFWQ also had five additional tweets from May 5 censored, all of which featured screenshots from the now-deleted Daily Mail article on Buckley.

While the notices sent by Twitter did not specify which government or law enforcement agency had demanded the censorship, Sussex says she “strongly suspects” it was the office of the eSafety Commissioner.

The Commissioner is an arm of the Australian government dedicated to combatting “cyber abuse,” but has recently come under widespread criticism for using its power to censor media outlets, websites, and individuals at the behest of trans activists. 

Earlier this month, Reduxx was contacted by the eSafety Commissioner and advised to censor or delete an article naming trans activist Riley Dennis as having been the subject of complaint after allegedly injuring female players during a women’s football game. After the article was released, the eSafety Commissioner contacted Twitter and advised them to withhold the content in compliance with Australian law.

Ovarit, a pro-woman Reddit alternative, as well as an individual gender ideology critical activist, were also contacted by the eSafety Commissioner at that time.

Sussex has submitted a Freedom of Information request to the eSafety Commissioner to concretely determine if they were the “government or law enforcement agency” behind the censorship, but does not anticipate a response for weeks, if not months.

Reduxx also reached out to the eSafety Commissioner with questions on the Twitter action against Sussex and Standing for Women Queensland, but was told the office would not comment on individual cases.

Leah Whiston, a member of Standing for Women Queensland who operates their official Twitter account, admits she was “taken aback” when she received the notice advising her that her posts on Buckley had violated Australian law.

“I see that women are silenced all the time now for speaking out about the wrongs of child abuse. Child abuse seems to have been totally normalized these days,” Whiston says. 

Unlike Sussex, Whiston had only become aware of Buckley months ago after a friend first informed her about his story in the Daily Mail. More recently, Sussex connected with Whiston on the subject and shared more information.

“I’ve been horrified ever since. Mainly worrying about safety of his wife and child,” Whiston explains, noting that she has never personally interacted with Buckley. 

“Being a new mother myself, I understand the importance of the breastfeeding bond between mother and baby in a way I didn’t before I embarked on it myself … I’m still in disbelief about what’s occurred with Buckley and his baby and how this has been allowed to happen,” Whiston says.

“I’m pregnant again, and it has made me lose faith in the institutions that I will likely use again, especially the Australian Breastfeeding Association. It makes me wonder how on earth I can trust the people who are meant to provide ethical care and safeguards to mothers and babies, if they advocate for men to use babies as props for men’s sexual fetishes, and silence the women who speak out about how wrong this all is.”

Sussex shares the sentiment, adding from her expertise as a breastfeeding counselor that men attempting to breastfeed babies is “biologically and psychologically dangerous” for all involved.

“Men who covet female physiology in this way are, in my opinion, either suffering from a serious delusion or sexually motivated by the idea of themselves as lactating women,” Sussex says. “There is no evidence that drug-induced secretions from a male nipple are in any way equivalent to mother’s milk. It is more likely the secretions are akin to galactorea, which occurs when 

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[high-quality-tiktoks]

My TSA experience as a breastfeeding mom😭

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[babishfantasies]

I promised - part 3

part 1 - part 2

When I finished doing my business, all of it while I was tightly pressed against her body, I could feel how my stomach sank at the thought of what I just did. Not only was I suckling this woman's breast, but I’ve also came while doing so, and now my mess was all over my pants as a terrible sinful dark stain over my gray sweatpants. When I felt that sudden shame wash over my body my first instinct was to release her and run from there as fast as I could, the last thing I wanted was for her to see me like this, but when I tried to move from her I felt her arms surrounding me in a loving embrace, one arm firmly holding my chest and the other my head. “It’s ok sweetie, you just had to go, I understand it. You don’t have to leave me” She said in a lower tone, making me wane on my effort to release her. “Sssshhhh, yes, that’s it, just relax, slow breaths” She continued as my arms no longer tried to release her, but went on their way back to embrace her comforting frame.

As she continued saying comforting words while caressing and kissing my head I couldn’t help myself to feel so sad. When was the last time someone had been so accepting and understanding with me? I mean this was all so bizarre to even make sense of it from such a perspective… But all I cared about at this moment was the loving attention she was paying to me. The shame was slowly being replaced with something else, something gray and depressive, but comforting. I just wanted to let it in, to be in its sadness, to feel such abandon from the weight that came with this overwhelming shame… So I gave in, and as soon as I let it in my eyes were filled with tears and all I could do was cry and sob.

“Oohh baby, it’s all right, just let it all out. Mommy loves you”. Those words hit me harder than I could possibly imagine and I just cried even harder. It was an all out bawling at this point, as if an ancient curse had been lifted from me. I just cried and cried with my head sink on her (on mommy’s?) embrace, all of it while she continued to pet my head. I must have stayed like that for a long while until I finally started to calm down. I was still a mess, both in my pants and emotionally, but I had finally regained my breathing and could talk again, not that I wanted to say anything. She noticed it though, and as she released me from her embrace and surveyed my face she only pronounced “awwww, poor little thing” while she took my t-shirt and used it as an improvised towel to clean the mess that was my face. “I’ll clean it later, so don’t worry about it, baby” she said, but I wasn’t worried about my t-shirt, but rather I appreciated the gesture to even clean my face while I continued to sniff a little. After thoroughly cleaning my face she checked my pants to see how much damage I had made. I surrendered long ago to her care, but still it hurt my pride a little bit. “Well, I guess we can take care of that later. Don’t worry about it sweetie” she said in a reassuring tone. But why later? Why not now?

As she was putting her bra cup in place I deduced our little session was over, and of course it was, how could she continue to feed me after my little accident and bawling session? I ruined the mood for sure. Not that I was interested in continuing anyways, though I couldn’t deny it had been a pleasant experience. In fact I guess I do feel a little bit sad it’s over… god, what am I even saying? It must be that I’m tired. Not only was it kind of late, but also all of the emotions I had felt in the last hour (I think) had left me drained. I need time to process this, because right now I can’t even make sense of who I am anymore.

As my mind drifted through all of this confusion it caught me by surprise to feel her hand guiding my head towards her. When I lifted my eyes I saw her other cup removed, with her massive breast protruding from her bra, with her luscious nipple covered in delicious milk droplets. Now that I knew what was waiting from me my mouth started to salivate immediately and my lips started to open in anticipation. Was she sure about this? I thought I had ruined the night by now. “Don’t be shy, baby. Be a good boy and drink you milkies” She said almost as if she could sense my guilt. So I obeyed and just latched on her nipple like… like her good little baby.

When I felt that first spray of milk in my mouth I felt so relieved because I knew I could go back to that heavenly time we just had moments ago. All of my grief, guilt, shame and sadness disappeared as I started to suckle again, and as my body started to melt once more with hers my eyes started to slowly close, feeling the comfort and security that she provided me by taking me into her embrace and letting me drink her honeyed milkies. And the more I got back into the rhythm of suckling and swallowing her sweet nectar, my tired body started to give up, settling me slowly into a sleepy mood until all I could feel was my suckling and mommy’s warmth.

Part 4