"Have You Had Any Water This Morning?"

I can tell he's stressed—he's been quiet this morning. I can feel the tension in his body… it's a big day.

"Lie down for me."

"No, I don't have time."

"LIE DOWN."

Mummy's having to use her firm voice today.

"I don't want to wear a nappy today! I'm t—"

The last bit of that sentence leaves his body silently as I gently—but firmly—shove him backwards onto the bed. He lands with a soft thud, and his towel falls open.

"Mummy, please!!—" I can hear the panic in his voice. "I can't wear a nappy today, it's an important day with the presenta—"

"NO TALKIES."

I push his dummy in and hold it in place. He reluctantly starts to suckle… he's going to resist me today.

I wrap his towel around my hands and take extra care to dry all the contact points between his legs and bottom.

Using my forearm as a horizontal lever, I force his knees up to his chin and slide a big, fresh nappy under his bum. He's a strong boy and pushes against me, but he's not as strong as Mummy.

He hasn't got a chance.

"Keep that wriggly botty still!"

I press his hips down onto the soft padding.

"There really is no point in fighting this, poppet. It's happening, whether you like it or not."

Using my knees I pin his thighs to the bed.

I squeeze the nappy ointment onto my forefingers and warm it in my hands before slowly massaging it into his delicate parts, paying special attention to his beautiful little butt crease and hole.

I watch him melt before my eyes, the resisting eases.

There he is.

Mummy's magic hands...

I pull up the front of the diaper and bring the tabs round to stick in place.

I hook my finger into the leg cuff and trace around his thigh; first the left, then the right- making sure all the ruffles on the edge are untucked. We don't want any leaks now do we?

I hear a huge sigh of submission leave his cute little nose.

"Now. You're all ready for your big important presentation..."

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 ♡♡

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.

Hmm. Ask you anything you say?! Please will you be my Mummy. And take away my autonomy as an adult and put me back in nappies permanently?

Oh baby,

Both you and I know it's where you belong.

I'd press you against the mirror, hips flush against your ass, my hand tangled in your hair as I make you watch every inch sink into you. “See how good you take me?” I whisper against your ear. “That’s my perfect fucking toy.”

Not physically possible to get any closer but still desperately pressing my face into her cunt because it’s not enough.

gotta love a cute clingy crybaby who never wants to let go

I hear the soft whimper of my little one in the night and immediately rush to the nursery. The room is still, but your small cries are enough to make my heart ache. When I find you, you're tangled in your blankets, your face flushed with fear, eyes wide and filled with distress.

"Hey, hey, it’s okay," I whisper, my voice soft but firm as I gently pull you into my arms. "You’re safe now, Mommy’s here."

You cling to me tightly, still shaking from the remnants of the bad dream. I feel your hands gripping onto me as if you never want to let go, and it makes my heart ache with love. I gently rock you back and forth, soothing you with my warmth and presence. "It was just a dream, little one. You're safe with Mommy, always."

I rub your back in slow, comforting circles, feeling your body begin to relax just a little. Your breathing is still quick, but I can feel you starting to settle, your grip on me loosening. I kiss the top of your head.

You take a few shaky breaths, and I know it’s time to make you feel even more safe. I pull you closer and press a gentle kiss to your cheek before I reach over to the nightstand, grabbing the warm bottle I’ve prepared just for moments like this. It’s the perfect comfort, the soothing liquid to calm your nerves and give you the reassurance you need.

"How about a bottle, sweetie? A little milk will help you feel better, I promise." I guide the bottle to your lips, and you suckle eagerly, your hands gripping the bottle in that adorable, trusting way you always do. The warm milk seems to work its magic as you settle against me, your body slowly relaxing further.

As you drink, I continue to gently stroke your hair, brushing it back from your face with soft fingers. My voice is a steady murmur, "Mommy’s right here. Nothing will hurt you. You’re safe in my arms, little one."

Your breathing steadies, becoming slower and deeper as you finish the bottle, and I pull you back against my chest. You’re still close, so close that I can feel the little flutter of your heartbeat, now peaceful and calm. You’re already starting to drift, and I can’t help but smile as I hold you even tighter.

Oral from someone absolutely completely utterly fully and wholly obsessed with you

“Come on baby, it’s time for your bath, you’ve had a pretty busy day today!”. You hated bath times because why did you need them anyways? You just wanted to play some more, but mama always gives you treats after each bath so maybe this time you’d do it.

“Okay we have bath crayons and uhm this bubble thingy. And I got you some rubber duckies because I know you don’t like bath time”. You watched as she put the duckies in the water and she handed you a bath crayon. “Mama draw?” You ask and she nods giving you a kiss. “Yes baby, you can draw whatever you like and I’ll help out too!” She starts with a tree and you add some grass and a slide.

“Oh, it’s like the play ground we go to, clever baby!” You continue to draw as she helps wash you and you gasp when she takes the bubble gun and gets bubbles in your face. “ Mama noooo, what if I swallow one?” She laughs and puts it off for a while. “They’re just bubbles love, you aren’t gonna swallow one unless you do it on purpose but if you’re scared of that, let’s play with the duckies. What sound do ducks make sweetie?” She asks and you smile “Quack, quack!” “That’s right my little animal expert, they do go quack quack! Let’s get you out of the bath because your stuffies are waiting for a cuddle!”

You get out and she helps you get into your diapers and onesie and brushes your hair. “Okay pick a book and I’ll get your bottle so we can cuddle up before bed”. You pick a book and she gets your bottle, putting it on the night stand. You climb into her arms and she reads to you while the warm milk makes its way to your tummy.

“For being so good today baby, how about some skin to skin time? You’d like that won’t you?” You nod sleepily and she giggles, helping you take off your onesie as she takes off her shirt.

You sigh contently as she rocks you and you feel yourself getting sleepier by the second.

“Looks like someone is really tired. Let’s get you in bed with your stuffies” Your mama takes you to your crib where she tucks you in and you smile as she kisses your forehead.

“Good night angel, Sleep well”