Diapered, Desperate, and Denied (Tumblr Original)

“Shh, sweetie, what’s wrong? What’s going on in here, baby? Mommy heard you squirming all around in your beddie-bye all the way from her room! Is something bothering her little baby?”

Oh, that look my little one gives me as he stares up at me with that potent mingling of guilt, humiliation, and abject desperation written all over his flushed face. I don’t consider myself cruel, of course - no one really likes to think of themselves that way. But that helpless expression of his does incredible things to me - sets my heart racing, my knees trembling with excitement, my lower regions tingling. There is something so primal, so utterly, fascinatingly pleasurable about turning the guy you love into such a helpless, horny heap of hormones… And cruel or not, when I am tempted to feel bad I always remind myself that he wanted this. He even begged me for it once, so many months ago now…

He’d confessed to me once last year how much the idea of regression - of babyhood, even of being forced back into diapers - turned him on. We hadn’t exactly seen eye to eye on it at first, but eventually I’d indulged him a few times. And oddly, I began to find a certain deep satisfaction in seeing my boyfriend so turned on, so incredibly horny and energized, and so deeply satisfied when he babbled and groaned and eventually spurted into his funny, crinkly padding… It had been in the heat of one such moment that he blurted it out. “Make me your baby, please, make me yours…” he’d babbled wildly. “Diaper me, lock me away, tease me, put me in diaper and after diaper, so thick, so wet and thick…!” Well, then! I was rather amused at the time, but the more I began to think about it, the more fun - and hot - it had begun to sound…

And now, six months later, here we were. I’d told him that he was getting a treat this weekend since it was his birthday, and that I was going to do my best to make one of his little dreams come true. Oh, he’d brightened up at that. He’d become more and more excited as I’d stripped him, bathed him, spread him out naked on the bed, and then had begun to lovingly insert one of his new presents: a remote vibrating butt plug. How he’d squirmed as it went in - but that had been nothing compared to the expression on his face when I produced three of his Safari diapers, three boosters, and both of his nighttime-weight cloth diapers…together with an extra-large pair of locking plastic pants. Yeah, I’d clearly done my research.

“Mommy doesn’t want her little baby to leak during the night,” I’d chirped merrily, slathering his nether region with lotion and beginning the laborious process of taping all of these things on. Most were probably going to stay uselessly dry, of course, but the absorbency wasn’t really what I was after. I was after bulk, you see - absolutely massive thickness that would leave my increasingly horny boyfriend trapped in a diaper reminiscent of a beach ball in its proportions. I’d heard him babble and fantasize about waddling in his diaper…so here was my chance to see if a true waddle looked as cute and absurd as it sounded.

Oh, it did.

After cuddling and feeding him two bottles I’d decided he was ready for bed. He’d whined about the thickness of his diapers a bit as we headed for his makeshift nursery, after which I’d promptly shut him up with another new addition to our collection - a large, pacifier-shaped gag. “Good little babies don’t talk back to their Mommy,” I’d reminded him with a grin as I forcefully tightened the strap, then pushed him firmly into his “baby bed” - an old mattress and box spring we’d gotten from his parents under the guise of “taking them off for recycling”. You should have seen the look of nervous arousal on his face when I produced yet another present - a full set of bed restraints - and quickly fastened him in, tightening the straps just enough to allow him to squirm a few inches in each direction. Perfect. There my dear, handsome boyfriend now lay, face-down and spread-eagle on the bed, with his enormously thick diapers on prominent display and his gagged, frightened face pressed against the soft mattress. “Sweet dreams, baby!” I'd smiled serenely, slipping my phone out of my jeans pocket and letting him watch with widening eyes as I opened the vibe app…

His muffled, gurgling squeal as I’d switched it on was music to my ears.

And now, several hours later, I smile down at him once more, clad only in the filmy little blue nightgown I know drives him wild. “Why’s my little baby so upset in here? Isn’t this exactly what he wanted, to be locked up in all those lovely soft diapers? To be turned into Mommy’s horny little baby?” Squirming in desperation, he tries to answer through the gag, but only ends up drooling a bit more into the already-damp patch beneath his mouth. I laugh softly. “Oh, baby, I guess you should have thought about how hard it is to cum if your diapers are too thick, huh? You look like you’ve been trying for a really long time now, baby! I guess you’re just gonna have to keep trying hard for me, okay? And don’t worry…Mommy will keep your little booty plug buzzing just for you. She wouldn’t want you to get bored, you know…”

As a few hot tears trickle down his face, I feel the tiniest twinge of guilt. Maybe I am a bit cruel…maybe I am going too far. But oh God, the feeling of such pure power as I watch him helplessly writhing there - for me - is nothing short of intoxicating. And as I watch him desperately trying to find the satisfaction and sexual release that he craves so much, and which I’m quite sure he won’t find until I release him in the morning and ride him hard myself - I smile to myself once more in exultation.

Yes, he was right. This is a hell of a lot more fun than being vanilla.

THE END