Hmm. Ask You Anything You Say?! Please Will You Be My Mummy. And Take Away My Autonomy As An Adult And

Thinking about helping a girl on her work/study “breaks”, but the breaks are me under her desk, with my head between her thighs. Her hands pulling my hair and making me eat her out, whining with my lips around her clit. My hands over her thighs and a boner between my legs just from eating her out. Following every command like a good boy until we both cum together, so I can start hugging her leg, resting my face in her thigh, looking up to her to admire how beautiful she is and wait for her next break like a desperate puppy for her attention

Diapers Are You: Truth, Acceptance, and Becoming Whole

You have always known. The quiet tug in your chest when you saw them. The pulse of longing that never faded. The way your mind wrapped around the thought of them even when you tried to let it go. You may have told yourself it was a habit, a fantasy, a quirk of your desires. But it has always been more than that. It has been truth.

Diapers are not something you chose. They are something that has always been part of you. Maybe you hid from it. Maybe you tried to push it away, stuffing it into the corners of your life where no one would see. Maybe you spent years wondering if you could live without them, if you should live without them. But the answer was always waiting in the silence.

There is a reason you feel at home when you wear them. A reason you crave their presence, their thickness, their softness, their security. A reason the thought of being without them stirs something uneasy inside you. Because diapers are not just something you put on. They are something you are.

And yet, for so long, you may have resisted. You may have believed the world’s voice over your own. You may have thought that denying this truth would make it disappear. But truth does not vanish. It lingers. It waits. It returns in dreams, in quiet moments, in the way your body aches for what it has always known. The only question is whether you will accept it.

Acceptance is not about giving in. It is about becoming whole. It is about recognizing that you were never broken, never wrong, never something to be fixed. The world taught you to doubt yourself, to second-guess your desires, to believe that something so deep and undeniable must be unnatural. But the world was wrong. There is nothing more natural than aligning with who you truly are.

Diapers are not just an object. They are identity. They shape the way you move, the way you think, the way you feel safe and seen. They are the rhythm of your body, the embrace of comfort and surrender, the language of something deeper than words.

Because diapers are not separate from you. They are you.

So stop resisting. Stop second-guessing. Stop thinking of this as something outside yourself, something you allow or deny. Take hold of what you have always known. Let it settle into your bones. Let it become as natural as breath, as certain as gravity, as undeniable as your own reflection.

You are not indulging. You are not escaping. You are becoming. And you have always been.

him looking up at you with low lids and little hearts in his eyes while his nose is pressed to your cunt

Looks down at my little one and sees that they are covered from head to toe in mud

I look down at my little one and see they're covered head to toe in mud.

“Baby boy, what on earth did you do outside?!”

“I was making mud pies! I made you one.” He holds up a squishy pile of mud, rocks, and sticks, proudly offering it to me. I'm pretty sure I see a worm wriggling in there somewhere.

“Oh, love, that’s so sweet... but I think we should feed the earth instead. She’s hungry, mommy isn’t.”

I watch as he gently places the pie back on the ground, softly murmuring, “Here, earth, have some num nums.” My heart melts. This boy is just the sweetest.

Once he's done, I scoop him up and start tickling him. “My sweet little one is so muddy now... whatever shall I do with you?”

“Bath! Bath! Bath!” he chants, giggling. He really loves the one-on-one time mommy gives him when he's in the tub.

I carry him to the bathroom, his feet kicking excitedly. He’s still laughing as I gently undress him, and he looks up at me with those sparkling eyes, full of trust and joy. The warm water starts to fill the tub, and I add a bit of bubble bath. He giggles, watching the bubbles grow and froth.

“Mommy, make lots of bubbles!” he says, his face lighting up.

I smile and grab the little bubble wand, creating a mountain of frothy bubbles, and gently place him into the water. He sighs happily as the warmth surrounds him. His hands begin to scoop up the bubbles, squishing them between his fingers, his giggles filling the room.

I softly wash him, gently scrubbing the last bits of mud away from his skin. He relaxes against the edge of the tub, his eyes half-closed, as I carefully clean every spot. When I finish, I rinse him off, watching him giggle as the water swirls around him. He loves this part, where I pour the water over him and watch the bubbles wash away.

“Are you all clean, baby?” I ask, wrapping him in a warm, soft towel.

“Yes, mommy!” he says, a huge grin spreading across his face.

I cuddle him close, drying him off as he snuggles into me, his body warm from the bath.

Straddling a boy and cockwarming him except I'm sleepy and I lay down on top of him and take a nap while he's still inside me and shush him when he whines and complains 🤭 I'm too heavy for him to move so he uselessly grinds his hips up into mine while I snooze 🥴🥴

man I just want him 

I want to take care of him and place my hand on his cheek and have him melt into it. I want to kiss his cheeks and make him smile. I want to tell him how pretty his eyes are and make him blush. I want him to rest his head in my lap so I can comb my fingers through his hair and gently scratch at his scalp. 

He’s bigger than me but I want him to feel small and loved. I want to praise him and call him sweet names. I want to hold him and play with his hands. I want him to feel safe with me and trust me and love me.  

I’m selfish and I want I want I want 

"So an Oxbow lake is when a bend in the river becomes cut off from the rest of the river and forms a natural lake..."

We'd been walking around the lake, talking, holding hands for an hour and I'd made the mistake of saying how I thought some parts of geography were cool...

Cue Little Mr Info-Dumper...he'd not stopped talking for 25 mins- it's a good job he's cute.

I couldn't take anymore, I needed to relieve myself so badly.

I yanked him off the footpath into the trees.

"Where are we going?"

"I need to pee. RIGHT NOW - and I need your help, we haven't all got the luxury of a padded botty you know..."

I'd been procrastinating for ages but I was on the brink of pissing my knickers.

I pointed at the grass Infront of a tree- "Sit there like a good boy and hold my bag..."

He did as he was told, sitting down and taking my bag with both hands, fumbling with the strap, his eyes wide...

Standing Infront of him I hitched my sundress up around my waist, pinning it with my elbows.

I know he loves Mummy's knickers, his curious eyes dart immediately to my crotch.

Oh baby, sometimes I forget how much you like to watch- such a curious little bean. "Wanna watch me pee pee ba—"

"UHUH-yes please Mummy" he said nodding so much I thought his pretty little head might fall off.

I giggled.

"Wow, take a second to think about it why don't you!"

He squirmed and turned crimson.

"Okay—" I pulled my knickers down to my knees and squatted to the ground, thighs spread wide to ensure the best view for my sweet boy.

"Make sure you concentrate good for Mummy ok?"

My eyes closed and an involuntary moan left my body as I relaxed, accompanied by the hiss of my pee. A wave of pleasure pulsed through my clit as the relief of emptying my bladder came over me, fuck it felt good after holding it for so long.

I focused back in on his face, eyes intensely watching everything, I knew exactly how horny he was getting...

Rules For Littles In Diapers Or Pull-Ups

You are in diapers or pull-ups for a reason, but they are not interchangeable!  What are the expectations for littles?

Use your diapers (very) often, that’s what it’s they’re for and that’s why you’re in them!

Using your diaper (often) is totally okay, and is 100% expected that you do (you are not expected to ask if you need to use it, just use it).

It’s never an “accident” to use your diaper, but it’s an accident if your diaper leaks (your caregiver can decide if the accident is your fault and what (if any) corrective actions need to be taken).

If you hold it and then go all at once, you greatly increase chances for an accident, and having it be your fault.

You should be doing little tinkles in your diaper about every few minutes or so (you need to keep that bladder empty, and also make sure you hydrate).

If you have a caregiver, it is typical that you won’t even be allowed to touch, or change your diapers, or even ask for a diaper change (hopefully your caregiver is attentive and will be taking care of your diapers (and other needs) for you).

If you have a caregiver, you should cooperate fully with having your diaper checked, and having your diaper changed (if you don’t and your diaper leaks (which it will eventually), then it’s your fault and you will be in trouble).

If you’re in pull-ups, the rules are very different than when you’re in diapers, and you’ll need to be more disciplined or face discipline!

Your pull-up is like protective underwear (trainers) and is there “just in case”.

You are expected to try to keep your pull-ups clean and dry, unless you ask your caregiver and they say its okay for you to use it (like if you’re stuck in traffic, or at a concert or movie, or having tummy troubles and can’t make it to a potty in time)

Unlike diapers, going potty in your pull-ups is an accident and might get you in trouble (like getting spanked and put back in diapers until further notice).

You won’t be allowed to take your pull-up off, unless your caregiver says its okay, but you will probably be allowed to pull them down to go potty in the toilet and pull them back up when you’re done.

Pull-ups are way more likely to leak than diapers.  Having an accident in your pull-up and having it leak could mean double-trouble for you (and your rear-end).

Having to change your used pull-up will not be popular with your caregiver because some of your clothes might need to be taken off completely before you can be cleaned up and and get put into a fresh pull-up.  Keep in mind, that it might be easier for the caregiver to rip the pull-up off, give you a (deserved) spanking, then tape you into a fresh diaper, then to take your clothes off.

If the additional expectations are causing stress, it might be a really good idea to very sweetly ask your caregiver to put you back in diapers instead of using your pull-ups and getting in trouble. Long car rides, air travel, movies, concerts, vacations (Disney!), afternoon naps, sleeping, sicknesses (tummy troubles!), and getting over stressful times, are some very common (and good) reasons for being put back in diapers.

I expect better behavior now that it’s clear what the rules are!

Come on baby, don't be shy...

...if you're a very good boy I'll let you feel how warm Mummy's Diapee is...

The need to pet a pretty little boy's head and coo about how handsome and cute he is while he turns redder and redder ♡♡