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"Wimpy sensitive nerdy weaklings 😭😭" I'm so curious, what is it you like about this? Love your posts!!!

I have thought about it a lot. Maybe it’s the subversion of expectations from a guy, maybe I expect that they’d be able to understand me better, maybe bc vulnerability is attractive. At the end of the day though it’s just what I like whether I understand it or not.

Thanks for asking!

Spooning in bed. It’s his first night wearing a diaper in front of her, something he’s secretly wanted to do for a long, long time.

“Are you gonna use your diaper tonight for Mommy?” His butt wiggles against her crotch. “Hey, stop that, or you’re going to turn me on, too,” she says. She reached around and squeezes his dick through his diaper. “You’re pretty hard, huh? But baby boys don’t get any action, do they?”

She squeezes him tighter to herself. “No, cute little wimpy guys like you don’t get any action. But I’ll tell you what, honey. If you’re good tonight, and you use your diaper for me, I’ll let you jerk off into my hand tomorrow. Does that sound good, baby? Is that fair?”

He tries to pretend to be asleep to avoid answering. “That’s not real snoring. I know you’re faking. Come on, darling, are you gonna use your diaper for me tonight?”

He slowly nods against the pillow.

“Good boy,” she says. “You might be the most obedient boy I’ve ever met. And definitely the cutest.”

He knows he isn’t meant to do it but he really wants to. He glances at the couch and then back at the doorway. He can hear his girlfriend moving pots and pans around in the kitchen but he can’t see her. He gets closer to the couch and finally ducks down and crawls behind it, into that little space between the backrest and the wall.

He squats with one hand on the textured wall and the other around his knees. A little bit of sunlight is coming down from the window, warming his head. He’s already peeing, in little spurts every few seconds when he shifts his legs. It feels so good. He closes his eyes and pushes a little bit.

It feels so good. He keeps pushing, diaper expanding. He can feel drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth as he hums to himself. “Mmmm, mmmm…” He can’t help it. It feels so good. One hand snakes into the front of his diaper. He touches his tip delicately with one finger. Unf, he needs to keep touching himself. He inches his hand deeper into his diaper, as far as it will go against the taut elastic, cupping himself. He starts to rock against his hand as he keeps pushing.

He barely registers a voice calling from somewhere above him, somewhere outside his little paradise behind the couch. “Baby boy? Where are you? Do you want to watch a show with me?”

Footsteps and the couch shuffles above him. He doesn’t really notice. “Mmmfm. Mmm…”

Then he feels long hair falling against his head. He slowly opens his eyes.

“What you doing?” she giggles.

He fumbles for a second, hand retracting from his diaper. It takes a second for his mouth to shape words. “N-nothing!!”

“Come here,” she says. She doesn’t sound angry. He stands up, bumping his shoulder awkwardly against the back of the couch. She coaxes him out. “I thought you were having accidents. It doesn’t really look like an accident when you’re hiding behind the couch and pooping yourself, baby.”

He’s still so turned on that his knees are weak. Words aren’t forming in his head and getting to his mouth. “Um, uh, um…”

“Let’s go to the bathroom. That’s the appropriate place to go potty.” She takes his hand and leads him down the hallway.

He stands awkwardly next to the toilet.

“Do you need to go poop more?”

“Uh-huh,” he says.

“Okay, just go in your diaper. There’s no use going in the toilet now. No, no, not when you’re standing. I want to see you do that cute little squat again. Is that how you normally go? Do you sneak away and do this on purpose all the time? And then come up to me with tears in your eyes.” She puts on a mocking, but annoyingly good impression of his voice. “‘Mommy, I had an accident…’” She snorts. “You’re a good actor.”

He’s staring at the tile floor so hard it feels like his eyes are going to touch it. He’s pushing. The last bit is tough to get out. His pants feel really heavy and wet now. He’s using so much willpower not to touch himself in front of her.

“What, nothing to say to that?” She squats down on his level. He raises his head a little and his field of vision is filled with her legs, skirt falling neatly on either side of her muscular thighs, and a little bit of her undies peeking through.

“Unff,” he moans.

“I saw you touching yourself,” she says. “You must really like this. You like hiding and pooping yourself, huh? Don’t you?” She’s petting his hair. His face feels hot. His whole head feels hot. His brain must be melting. He hears a little patter and looks down to see a long rope of drool has dropped from his mouth and splattered on the floor.

“All done?” She draws his head to her chest, still stroking his hair.

“Uh-huh,” he manages to gasp.

“I don’t think you are, yet. Are you, honey? You need a big change. Do you want to do changes here or in the bedroom?”

He just shakes his head.

“Let’s just do in here. Lie down, baby boy. There you go. That’s a good boy.”

No towel, no change mat, nothing. He’s just lying on the cold bathroom floor as she eases his pants down and untapes his diaper. He’s enamored by the sound of the tapes, the wet smack of the full diaper hitting the floor, the cold feeling of the wipes…he starts wiggling involuntarily, hands running over his face and down his neckline, across his collarbones and shoulders.

“Baby can’t contain himself, can he?” She trails a finger from the bottom of his erection to the top. “Look at how hard you are. You can’t hide that. It’s like a flag pointing straight up. It’s like a signal. And it’s all blush pink, just like your face. It’s saying, look at how much baby boy enjoys this!”

He starts whining, no words, just little noises, covering his face with his arms. She slooooowly snakes her fingers around his shaft. And then she starts jerking him off, really fast, almost too fast after all the build-up.

He moans and he can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain. She’s doing this like it’s maintenance, like she just wants him to cum. He does, everywhere, all over her hand and his pelvis and a little bit on his sweater and tummy.

“Aww, what a mess. You need a shower, don’t you? You need a shower and a fresh diaper. And then I think you need to go to bed a little early. That was an exciting day.”

Under the cold water of the shower he starts to feel himself “coming to”. Like waking up from deep sleep or a weird drug trip. “Mommy, I mean, Jenna, I think I’m okay now. I don’t think I need to go to bed. I think I should get a little work done before I go into the office tomorrow, actually. I mean—it’s still light out!”

“Don’t be silly, sweetheart. I can tell what you really want. We’re going to have some pasta for dinner and then you’re going to get really cozy in bed. We changed the sheets after you leaked this morning, remember? So it’ll be really fresh and cozy.”

He starts to argue but falters. “O-okay.” She’s right. She knows what he really wants.

Hi all.

Had some messages asking about me so I thought I'd pin an intro post.

I'm a woman in my late 30's.

She/her/they.

I impulsively decided to write some of the Adult themed (18+) daydreams I have involving consenting adults- for my enjoyment.

My posts contain kinky things I like, including, but not exclusively:

-MDlb/lg/lo

-Watersports

-Powerplay

-Petplay

-Little Space & Age Regression

-ABDL

-CFNM

-JOI

-Wetting/Omorashi

-Enforced rules and boundaries

-Sensory Deprivation

This is something I do for fun (for me), I have a full-time, demanding job so may not always have time to reply.

I will not tolerate rudeness or prejudice/discrimination/hate speech/abuse.

I make no apologies for how weird I can be.

Thanks for reading 💗

"It's time to check that diapee-butt sweetie, have you made a yummy warm squishies for Mummy???..."

I whisper into his ear as I stand behind him. He's been sat there for hours...

I turn his computer chair around and pull him towards me, taking his little hands in mine, he looks up at me with those big pretty eyes...

His cheeks flush with a rosy glow as he looks away and I enjoy watching him squirm.

"but Mummmmmmy..."

He protests.

"I'm busy working!....I am a big boy!!!"

He genstures towards his computer screen and whines under his breath. I notice his voice start to break. I giggle. I love him all whimpery.

"Now sweetie, I know you're playing grown-ups, but you need a check...You've been so engrossed in that screen, I bet you haven't even noticed you needed a pee pee..."

He visibly squirms and his bottom lip starts to show...

"But I AM a big boy!!"

He huffs- frustrated- he stamps his feet.

I can't help but giggle again, but try to hide it when I notice a little frown appear on his face. It melts me.

He's so cute when he resists...

"No sweetpea, you're not a big boy, you're a baby... And you're my baby and you're wearing a diapee..." I say softly.

"Big boys don't need diapees now do they? Big boys don't need diapees because they know how to use the big boy potty..."

I gently slide a finger into the waistband of his jeans, exposing the top of his cute diapee, the soft crinkles accompanied by his pathetic little moans are the most beautiful sound...

💗💗💗💗💗

we must romanticize negotiation the same way we have for aftercare. i’m losing it over here. please don’t have kinky sex without talking about your limits and desires with your partner

He climbs into my lap.

“Oof,” I say. “Somebody smells like pee-pee.” He squirms a little. “Who do you think it is? Can you guess?”

No answer.

“I’ll make it real easy for you, okay? Two options. Who do you think smells like they wet themselves? Me? Or you?”

I wrap my arms around him, his back on my chest, and feel him breathing in and out.

“Come on, honey, use your words.”

“Probably me,” he murmurs.

“Uh-huh,” I say, bouncing him a little on my legs. “Because who has a diaper on?”

“Just me,” he says.

I pull back the elastic of his pajama pants and he reacts involuntarily, hands reaching down to stop me from checking his diaper.

“How come you don’t want me to pull your pants down, baby?” I whisper in his ear.

“I—uh—I don’t know,” he says. He isn’t looking at me but I can feel heat coming off his neck and ears. I lean my head on his shoulder and glance at his expression. He looks ready to die of embarrassment.

“It’s just me here, honey. Nobody is going to hear you. Nobody else is going to see your diaper. And have I ever judged anything you’ve done?”

He shakes his head.

“No, that’s right, I haven’t. Put your hands on mine, okay? Like this.” I place his left hand on the back of my left hand and he takes initiative and places his right hand over my right hand. And then we both ease down the elastic waistband of his pajama pants, enough to see a very, very wet diaper peek out.

“Would it feel good if I touched it, honey?” I ask. His left hand slips up to his mouth and he bites his finger. He nods.

“Where? Show me where.” He pulls my right hand down into his pants and I start to rub his diaper, squeezing it. “That’s really heavy, I say. You had to go a lot, huh? Should we change you?”

He shakes his head.

“No change? Why not, baby? Ohh, do you want me to keep petting you?”

“Don’t stop,” he says. Now both of his hands are up by his face. “D-don’t stop.” His breath is getting shaky. He shifts his hips, diaper crinkling. I start to rub him faster and he’s grinding against my hand, and getting it’s damp from his pee soaking through the material. He’s so cute like this, whining and blushing, and I can’t resist kissing his neck over and over. “Mama, I’m going to—“ He arches his back, squirming like crazy on my lap.

“Aww, did you have another accident in your diaper?” I ask him, pushing him gently down onto the couch and climbing on top of him, one elbow on either side of his body. He nods shakily. I settle on the couch behind him and wrap my arms around him again, pulling him very close to me. “Handsome, smelly baby. Do you want a change now?”

He shakes his head. “Uh-uh. Can I just have five more minutes like this?”

“What, do you like wearing a smelly, sticky, used diaper? Huh, baby?”

“Mmmmm…maybe…”

“And you like me holding you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay, we can stay like this for five minutes. And then you’re getting a change.”