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The best part about working from home is that mommy can just plop you into your bouncer, strap a paci gag around your head, and let her nose tell her if and when you need a change.

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“Melting My Baby Boy”

He was already whimpering before I even touched him

Curled up on the bed in nothing but his thick, soaked diaper

Clutching his stuffie like it could protect him from what was coming

Poor little thing

He knew better than to think Mommy would be gentle tonight

I knelt between his legs, my hands smoothing over the crinkly front of his swollen padding

I could feel him throbbing under it, could see the way he kicked his feet and squirmed without even meaning to

He was already leaking, already desperate, already so far gone

And I had barely even started

“Good boys do not get to decide when they are done” I whispered against his ear

“Mommy decides. Mommy knows how much her little man can take”

He whimpered, a pathetic little sound, trying to hide his face in the blankets

I did not let him

I grabbed his chin and made him look at me, made him see the wicked smile on my face as I pressed harder against his diaper with the flat of my palm

One slow rub

One slick squish

And he was already cumming

A soft cry broke from his throat, high and helpless

I did not stop

I rubbed him through it, feeling the diaper grow warmer, squishier, watching his thighs tremble from the overstimulation

“There you go baby” I cooed “But we are not done yet. Not even close”

He babbled something into his pacifier

I did not need to understand it

His body said everything for him

Still hard

Still needy

Still mine

I kept going

Pressing down harder, grinding the soaked, sticky diaper against him

He bucked up into my hand, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth, tiny hiccuping sobs shaking his chest

The second orgasm hit even harder

He screamed into his paci, arching off the bed, tears spilling freely now

I held him down, whispering sweet nonsense into his ear, telling him what a good boy he was, how proud Mommy was of her messy little thing

By the time the third orgasm crashed through him, he was gone

Just a babbling, twitching, broken little mess in my arms

Mewling and whimpering, legs spread helplessly, his diaper soaked and sagging between us

I cradled him against my chest, rocking him gently

“You did so good for Mommy” I whispered, kissing his hair

“Such a perfect little toy. Such a perfect baby”

He could not even speak anymore

Just soft hiccups and tiny coos

Completely milked

Completely melted

Completely mine

- “My dream” from a few days ago. Totally not inspired by Tina Moore or anything 😙

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Emma not Enema

You’d been squirmy all day.

Cranky. Fidgety. Holding your tummy now and then, whining without knowing why. Your diaper was dry, your bottle was finished, and nap time had come and gone, but something wasn’t right.

Mommy could tell.

So when you flopped into her lap with a soft grunt and your knees tucked up, she rubbed your back and whispered gently into your ear.

“Does your tummy feel funny, baby?”

You nodded.

“Have you gone potty today?”

You shook your head.

Not even a little.

Mommy sighed sweetly and held you tighter. Her hand rubbed slow circles into your belly.

“You’re all backed up, aren’t you?” she whispered. “Poor baby. That’s why you’ve been such a fussy little thing.”

Your cheeks turned red. You knew what was coming.

Mommy leaned in, her voice soft but firm.

“I think it’s time Mommy helped you go.”

You whimpered, already hiding your face against her chest, but she was already lifting you off her lap.

“You’ve been holding it too long, sweetheart. That’s not what good babies do.”

She laid you on the changing table, undid your onesie, and untaped your dry, crinkly diaper. You were trembling, but Mommy shushed you.

“It’s okay. Mommy’s going to make it all better with Emma. We’re just going to give your body a little help. Like a real baby.”

You squeaked. You hated Emma.

“Mmhm,” she cooed, rubbing your thigh. “Just a nice warm bulb to remind your little body how to let go.”

She had everything ready; gloves, wipes, a towel beneath you, and a firm but loving touch. The first moment it started, your hands gripped the sides of the table.

Your body squirmed. Your face burned.

But Mommy whispered praises the whole time.

“There you go. That’s it, baby. Mommy’s going to help you be all empty again.”

When it was over, she pressed you back into a fresh diaper, powdered you up, and held you in her lap while you whimpered and clung to your stuffie.

Your tummy still felt full, but different now. Your legs twitched and your diaper crinkled loudly with every movement.

Mommy kissed your cheek.

“Now, you be a good baby and let go when your body tells you to. No more holding it in.”

You nodded weakly.

And you knew the next time you filled your diaper, you wouldn’t just be going potty.

You’d be showing Mommy her baby’s body had finally learned who’s in charge.

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(Everyone is 18+, this is fantasy) And they were broken. Mentally broken. Mentally reset. Mentally gone.

Words didn’t make sense. The new baby was just a babbling of random sounds followed by pointing with fingers for whatever they wanted. Unaware of their surrounding and state of their diaper.

The nurses did their job. The constant overstimulation of constant orgasms, all the vibrating toys around them. Headphones with repetitive hypnosis of being a baby. The forced tube in their mouth. Being bounded to their crib.

The constant liquids being forced down their throat with the tube consisting of mush of oatmeal and all the proper nutrients a little baby would need so it’s all the liquids they would need. They had no choice but to eat a slob that’s so disgusting, it would make anyone puke. Too bad they had no say, literally.

Whenever the patient would try to act like a big, strong, mature adult, the nurse would punish them. whether it was speaking, eating with utensils, or attempting to run away or even trying to stand. It could be with spankings, public humiliation, being forced to wear their used diaper for long periods of time, or it could be even the mineral oil pacifier. Regardless, it was not a pleasant experience so the baby never tried to act out after the fifth time which consisted of an hour, long spanking, and a hot hand on their back as they cried for help as they had to finish 1 L of milk filled with laxatives.

Don’t get me started with their diapers as it was always filled with their mess. The only way to go to sleep was after 100 orgasm. you can imagine how tired a little one is..

“I want this baby! They look sooo cute. Me wantiesss .” It was a business. All the broken ones are shown on the display. Whoever wanted them to get one.

The baby just looked, unaware of what the future may hold. All they knew was that they were safe no more constant arousal no more punishment as long as they listened and just focused on being a baby.

They are completely broken.

“I wonder what I’ll name them”

Task: Lay on the bed, imagine that you are being watched by unknown people but act mindless like a true baby, play with a toy and babble some words, drool over yourself and drink from a bottle.😉

(I wanted to try something new out lmk if this is something you’d like or if it’s too much😅)

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Uh-oh… Someone’s Making a Stinky

It always starts with a wiggle.

Just a little one.

You shift in your seat. Hug your stuffie a little tighter.

Your face goes pink… just barely, but Mommy knows that look.

She watches from across the room, smiling gently as you scoot your padded bottom into the corner of the couch, legs spreading a bit wider, pacifier bobbing nervously in your mouth.

You try to be sneaky.

Try to keep playing with your blocks.

Try to pretend everything is totally normal.

But then you freeze.

Breathe in deep.

And give the tiniest little push.

There it is. That telltale squish.

The warmth spreads quickly in your diaper. Your eyes flutter. Your face burns. You can feel it; soft, heavy, settling into the back of your padding as you fill your diaper right there in the living room.

And then… silence.

No words. Just the thick smell of your accident rising up around you as your body finally relaxes.

Mommy tilts her head.

“Aww… did my little one just make a stinky?”

You bury your face in your stuffie and let out a tiny whimper.

It’s too late to hide it.

Too late to pretend you’re not her mushy-bottomed baby now.

She walks over slowly. Kneels down beside you. Cups the seat of your diaper with one warm, knowing hand.

“Oh, sweetheart… you really did make a big one, didn’t you?”

You nod. A tiny, shaky nod. Too little to lie.

And Mommy just smiles.

“You’re such a good baby. That’s exactly what your diaper is for.”

She lifts you into her arms, squish and all, and carries you off to the changing table with a kiss on your cheek. Oh my, your face red, your heart fluttering, and your diaper very, very full.

😅🥹🥰😍

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Why can't you get out of your playpen ?

are the walls too tall for you to climb? 🪜

is the child-proof latch too complicated?🔒

are your mittens and spiked booties getting in the way? 🧤

is your diaper too thick to stand up ? 🚼

are the toys inside too distracting ? 🧸

No matter the reason ... you're stuck.

You will have to wait for a grownup to decide to let you out.

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Triple diapers you say? Let’s see how that waddle looks like!

🐧💕

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10 Reasons why you should put your little back in diapers today:

the constant crinkle and bulk of their diaper butt remind them of how little they really are.

it's laughable to think they could stay dry on their own, and diapers save you from dealing with their constant accidents.

it’s hilarious watching them try to hide their diaper butt under their clothes.

the adorable look of surprise and relief on their faces when they helplessly fill their diaper is priceless.

expecting them to act like adults is pointless, and diapers remind them of their true place as your little.

they’re clearly more comfortable being treated like babies, so why bother pretending otherwise?

the cute little waddle they have when wearing a diaper; looks so adorably infantile, which is exactly what they deserve.

they need constant reminders of their place, and nothing does that better than a bulky diaper.

the way they shyly admit they need a change after filling their diaper is incredibly cute.

they're too lazy to get up and go to the bathroom, so let them sit in their messes.

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Mommy changing my diaper 💕😍💋🤷🏼‍♀️

@xxjasminxx18

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

It's one of Mommy's rules

No bum change unless you've squished...

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

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

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He gets kinda fussy during changes ✨

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Whenever Mommy Dianne hears whining and crinkling over the baby monitors, she knows right away that her princess is desperately humping away in her full morning diaper..

Immer wenn Mama Dianne über den Babyphonen jammern und knittern hört, weiß sie sofort, dass ihre Prinzessin verzweifelt in ihrer vollen Morgenwindel herumhuckt.

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This is what sex looks like, right? 🥺

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YES PLEASE <3

Go ahead and send links ^^