2011

I get the feeling OP, I don't even want ABDL diapers, just something thinner yet still plastic backed. Molicare, depends and other vanilla diapers used to fill this niche well until they became cloth backed. If you're in a part of the world where they are still available I'd go with them

The reality I have discovered is that women are far far mor comfortable with me wearing diapers if they see the reason as a hardware issue, rather than a software issue.  In their heads 'My bladder leaks' = needs diapers while 'I feel weirdly miserable without diapers' = needs therapy (that you know won't work) To me, the half truth is just a kindness you extend to them so they can quit wasting their energy and hope on a cure or that you'll exit this phase for them.   The biggest obstacle is now yours.  Can you stick with it?  24/7 fully incontinent to the point where capacity is an issue is huge.  I think about it a lot too. I'm 12/7 in thick diapers (quality disposable on first, then Babkyins Cloth Pull-on, and Babykins Plastic Pants) and a onesie.  That's what I need to not leak (and to feel babyish).  I'd love to always be in it, but It would probably stop me from doing other stuff.  Instead, I wear adult pullups during the day and try to make the toilet.  It semi satisfies that daytime craving. And if I'm sick of day time diapers for a week, I'm not burdened by bulk.    

This is a bit rushed. Working two different story lines at the same time... maybe a bit much. Forgive any grammatical or typographical mistakes. Some 'fun' that some of you might enjoy, but something a bit darker as well. Feel free to comment and give me your feedback. Chapter 52 Over the next week or so, I began to understand what Mommy meant about commitment. She started setting her alarm about a half-hour earlier in the mornings. The first few days, I had dreams about her boobies, then would wake up with her nipple already in my mouth, gently suckling. Evenings didn’t change much though. After my evening baba, I got to suckle. But mid-day, while she was working, we hadn’t figured that out. Cuddling with Mommy in the evenings was easy really. I could let my mind drift. If I was tired from a long day, I’d doze gently, my basic suckling instinct taking over just from the pressure against my lips. Once or twice, I suddenly jerked awake. Mommy would pat my chest or run her fingers through my hair, and I’d nuzzle to suckle again for a few more minutes. And I noticed something else. Sometimes when I was snuggled with her and her nipple grazed my lips, as I latched on, I would start to wet myself. As if some sort of… I don’t know, a connection. In my half-sleepy state, when my lips had something to suck, my peepee made tinkles. I’m not sure if Mommy noticed, she would just snuggle me close and make me feel loved. But sometimes the mornings were a bit… ‘harder’. I often would wake up with ‘morning wood’ and all, and having Mommy push her boobies in my face didn’t help that. The first couple of times it happened, Mommy would “Help baby with his little problem,” by rubbing the front of my diaper. But after fifteen or twenty minutes of suckling, she had to get up and fix her breakfast, even if I still had a bulge in my diaper. “Now sweetie, I have to get started. You’ll just have to play with your peepee by yourself,” she would say, gently pushing my pacifier in my mouth. But ‘flying solo’ wasn’t always quick. A few mornings, Mommy would be coming back up to get dressed and I was still lying in bed with my hand inside my wet diaper. One morning when this happened, she giggled and walked over to lean over me. She spoke softly as she looked into my eyes, “Poor baby… can’t quite make your cummies? Well, I really have to get to work. But if you still need some help when I get home, your new butt toy arrived the other day. Mommy can fill your little ass with that tonight and maybe that can get those ickies out.” I felt my face turn red and either the idea of what she said, or just the teasing, but it was enough. She grinned then as I finally ‘made cummies’. Then she straightened and walked to the closet to find some work clothes. … That first Saturday of ‘nipple stimulation’ started out wonderfully. Mommy usually used the hair cream on Fridays, so my entire body was nice and smooth. We both slept in a little later. I woke up first; I gently wiggled her maternity nightgown open and latched on. When she woke up, her hand reached inside my diaper and gently gripped my peepee. As she started to slowly tug, she whispered, “You just want Mommy’s boobs to get bigger don’t you… Have them swollen with milk for my little boy…” I do Mommy… the way you share them with me, I’m allowed to have them anytime now… Mommy never denies her baby… I felt her fingers push and tear at the front of my diaper. Her fingers tugged my member out and began to stroke me properly. I let go of her nipple and reached for her nightgown, tugging it up so I could put my hand in her panties. She smiled up at me as she shifted her hips a little, letting my fingers explore. She smiled as she whispered, “Oooh.. does little Tommy want something else? Are you going to give Mommy something Tommy?” She was spreading her legs and then I felt her other hand over mine as she tugged the crotch of her panties to one side. I heard her whisper, “Here sweetie…. Put Mommy’s present right inside here…” I squirmed and lifted my hips a little, her two hands doing most of the guiding. One holding her panties aside and spreading herself slightly, the other guiding my cock towards her opening. As I felt the tip brush against her kitty, she whispered again, “That’s it… you can have Mommy’s boobies… But I get this in return…” I purred as I gently pushed inside. I felt her legs wrap around my hips. Her heels were pressing against my bottom, urging me to push further into her. Soon I was fully inside her and my instincts took over. I couldn’t help but start to hump. As her legs held my hips, I felt her hands sliding up my back reaching under my arms and up to hold my shoulders as I began thrusting in earnest. Her whispers in my ear, “Oh yes… that’s it… give it to Mommy… All your boob sucking… Mommy needs this… Come on sweetie… give Mommy her present.” Her words drove me onward. I pushed as deep as I could. At one point I reached an arm back and grabbed one of her legs, slipping my arm under her knee and pulling it upward, spreading her wider so I could push deeper. I felt my balls bumping against her with each thrust. She couldn’t even manage to whisper, all she did was whimper and bite her lip as I humped for all I was worth. I wanted to please her, I wanted to be sure she was satisfied, even though my own climax was fast approaching. I tensed my muscles, holding on… Not wanting to release myself until… I lifted her knee more, getting a bit rough as I slapped my hips down into her waiting pussy repeatedly. Then I saw her face contort and felt her muscles clench around me. It was more than I could withstand, and we both climaxed, my peepee throbbing as I felt each spurt shoot deep inside her. As the moment passed, I let go of her leg and rolled off, lying on my back. But then I glanced down at my softening member and suddenly panicked. It was bloody. “Oh SHIT!! God I’m sorry… Are you okay? You’re BLEEDING!!!” I yelped. Mommy sat up and reached between her legs. She quickly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom saying simply, “Fuck!!!” I looked at the bed, under the remains of my diaper was a good-sized red spot. I was scared. I mean, I know of women’s periods and all, but she wasn’t… Did I cause that? I must have been too rough… I grabbed the diaper and wiped myself a bit, leaving trails of red on the padding. Then I got up and went to the bathroom door, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you??” She was on the toilet, wiping between her legs. She looked up at me, “Yeah… I’ll be fine. You just got things started is all.” I looked at her, still worried, “But don’t you usually know? I mean… this has never happened when we…” She shrugged as she stood up, flushed and stripped off her nightgown. She simply said, “Yeah well, those hormone pills, probably got my system a little wacky is all. Once I can stop taking them, things will probably get back to normal.” Hormones… Yeah that makes sense, I guess. Wouldn’t happen though if she wasn’t taking those. Taking them so that… for me… She was turning on the shower as she spoke, “Can you take care of the bed sheets? Then you can shower after me if you want.” I felt guilty and would have scrubbed the whole house if she asked. Stripping the bedsheets and putting them in the washer was nothing. But I didn’t turn it on while she was in the shower. I got some clean sheets and just put them at the corner of the bed. I wiped the mattress cover clean and let it air dry for a bit. When I went back to the bathroom, she was out of the shower, reaching between her spread legs, a box of tampons on the counter. I said gently, “I put them in the laundry but didn’t start it while you were still in the shower.” She straightened and walked towards me and kissed my cheek, giving me a gentle pat on my bare bottom, “Good boy. Now wash yourself off. Can you diaper yourself? I need coffee.” I normally like it better when Mommy diapers me, but under the circumstances, I was happy to let her have some time off and told her I’d be fine. I turned the shower water back on and stepped in. She kept saying ‘give it to me’… I thought that’s what she… Maybe I was too rough… Maybe… Maybe if she wasn’t taking those pills… just so she could breastfeed me… The guilt washed over me, like the water. I know, I know, women, including Mommy, get periods every month and all. I’m not THAT stupid. But still… I started it this time. And I’d never had sex with a woman while she… I dried myself off and walked past her vanity to get a diaper from the closet. As I turned, I stopped and looked at her vanity. Well, not like she’s going to want sex for a while. Maybe I shouldn’t either. Maybe… I should give it to her in another way. Maybe I deserve this… I remembered how to put it on of course. The ‘click’ was loud in my ears as I snapped the lock closed. I looked in the mirror for a moment at it. My lips quivered a little as I nodded. Then I whispered, “It belongs to Mommy…” I turned and checked, the mattress cover was dry. But as I started to make the bed with the clean sheets, the ‘clack, clack, clack’ with each step I took was too loud. Mommy had said she could probably hear it in the kitchen that last time… I stopped making the bed long enough to put on my diaper and get dressed. It was going to be a warm day, so I opted for simple shorts and a polo shirt. Then I finished making the bed and went downstairs. I poured myself some coffee and sat down across from Mommy. The highchair had been rolled back into the corner, away from the table. She had slipped on just her bathrobe and was holding her cup with both hands. She smiled and reached across the table for my hand. She said quietly, “It’s OKAY…. Just a little… unexpected was all.” I squeezed her hand and nodded. Then she tried to act casual, “Anyway, it’s only a week early.” She drained her cup and stood up. She got up and walked around to my side. She leaned to kiss my head and said, “You can put on the washer now. Then load up the dishwasher for me? I’m going to get dressed and then we need to do the shopping.” … I did as she asked and soon, we were in her car, on our way. But instead of going straight to the grocery store, she went in a different direction. I asked her where we were going and all she said was, “I just wanted to take a look at something. I saw online they were having a sale.” It was just then that we pulled into that ‘medical supply’ shop parking lot. The one where she had me buy two packages of diapers those months ago. As she got out, she simply said, “Come along sweetie.” She took my hand and we went in. That damned bell went ‘ding dong’ again, like it had that first time. But when I looked around, the girl with the tattoos wasn’t there. There was some kid, maybe nineteen, looking at his phone behind the counter. Mommy led me right towards him and asked, “Is Jill here today? I wanted to see about the sale I saw online?” The kid wasn’t clean shaven but didn’t really have much of a beard yet. He looked up from his phone and said, “Nah… She took the weekend off. What can I help you with?” Mommy seemed all business as she stated clearly, “I saw that you have some cute diaper covers and plastic pants on sale. Little Tommy here likes to play sissy-dress-up, so could you show us what you have?” MOMMY!!! You just told him…. As I felt my face flush, I felt the familiar surge of pee streaming from my ‘little house’. Every time I get upset nowadays…. I managed to clench and stop it, but I’m sure Mommy knew. She gave me that little smile. The kid looked at me and smirked, causing my face to get even redder. He huffed a little and put his phone in his pocket. He started around from the counter and said, “Sure, follow me.” Mommy tugged my hand, “Come along sweetie, let’s find you something cute to wear with your nighties…” The kid led us down an aisle, stopping near the end and gesturing, “All the ones from here down, the ‘LIttleForBig’ brand is all on sale.” Then he pointed, “Those are plain; white, blue, and pink. But the sissy stuff with ruffles and lace are on that shelf there.” Mommy let go of my hand finally and started browsing, “Hmm.. maybe some plain pink ones while we’re here. But my Tommy loves the frilly laces… Don’t you sweetie?” The kid was standing right here, what was I supposed to do? Here I am standing in a wet diaper now and this kid is looking at me while Mommy discusses my little-girl clothes. And the worst part? I could feel my peepee starting to strain in its little house. Geeze… is it the little girl panties? Or being talked about like I was some child, out with Mommy as she buys me clothes? Or this kid, smirking at me because Mommy just told him I like to wear frilly laces? “Ooo… Look at these sweetie? These would go great with your little party dress. See? The lace around the legs is just like on your pink dress…” Mommy held up her find for me to see. Then she did something even worse. She told me to turn around and then held them across my bottom as she said, “Maybe a size larger though, so they’ll fit over your diapers a little better.” At least I didn’t have to see the expression on the kid’s face as I faced away, staring back up the aisle. I just stood there as Mommy held a different pair against my backside, “Oh yes… much better. This is more your size princess.” I heard the rustle of packages as Mommy searched through the shelves. Finally, she said, “Yes, three of these, and three of the plain pink.” I heard the kid ask as I turned back around, “Will there be anything else?” Mommy patted the packages in her hand, “Oh, while we’re here… What do you call them… ‘orthodontic trainers’ I think?” The kid looked puzzled, then he looked at me. His face lit up a little, “Oh… you mean PACIFIERS!!! Sure, the next aisle over. Right this way…” He turned and Mommy reached for my elbow, “This way sweetie.” Soon Mommy was looking over their limited selection, casually mumbling, “Tommy loves to suckle so much… and frankly my boobs are getting sore…” The kid looked at me and raised his thumb and mocked sucking on it as Mommy’s back was turned. He quickly jerked his hand down when Mommy turned to him, holding something and asking, “These seem to be just the nipple, how does that work?” He looked at what she held in her hand, “Oh, those are replacements. You can take that style apart and swap out with these. See? They’re larger for… BIG babies.” Mommy practically squealed, “OH That’s so CLEVER!!! Look sweetie… Extra large for you to suckle!!!” She turned to the kid, “We’ll take a pack of these as well. That should do it.” As she headed up the aisle with her selections, she simply said, “Come along baby… we have more shopping to do after this.” I answered without thinking, “Yes Mommy.” I gulped when I realized what I had said in front of the kid. Oh, fuck it! Mommy already told him I play dress up, wear diapers, suck on her boobs and pacifiers… What’s the point of trying to hide? The kid rang up everything and was putting things in bags as he said, “That’ll be seventy-three sixty-five.” That’s when Mommy pulled a new surprise, “Go ahead sweetie, pay the nice young man.” I blinked a little, looking at Mommy, “Huh? But…” She didn’t hesitate for a second, “They’re your pretty things and you’re the one that will be using them, why should I be the one paying? Now do as Mommy says or no cookies with your lunch.” I reached for my wallet, one last humiliation as the kid held his hand out patiently. I handed over my credit card, and he swiped it through the machine. As I put my card back, he held up the bags. Mommy just nodded towards them, “Be a dear sweetie, carry those for Mommy?” I took them from the kid and followed Mommy. As we approached the door to leave, he called out, “Have a nice day. Come again.” … After we got in the car again, I said something about it, “You could have warned me. Would have been bad enough if it was that tattoo girl, but that kid…” Mommy’s reply was simply, “Oh pooh… If I know you, the only reason you didn’t grow a bulge in that diaper was you’re wearing your chastity cage again.” I stared at her for a moment. She glanced at me while she drove, “I saw the empty spot on my vanity when I brushed my hair this morning. If you’re NOT wearing it and instead hid it somewhere, I’ll paddle your bottom until you can’t sit down.” After a pause, “You are wearing it aren’t you?” I nodded, looking down in my lap as I whispered, “Yes Mommy… I put it on while you were having coffee.” She pulled into the supermarket parking lot, found a spot and shut off the engine. She turned to me, “Tom, is this because having sex brought on my period this morning?” I stared at my fingers in my lap for a moment. I nodded a little and whispered, “A … a little. I… I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She raised her voice a little, “Tsk, don’t be SILLY!. It happens! You didn’t do anything wrong! I swear sometimes Tom…” I tried to defend my decision, “Yeah… but it’s because of those pills. And you’re only taking those because… because you want to do… do that for me.” She let out a huff of exasperation. Then she reached a hand and caressed my cheek, turning my face to look at her, “Tom, we’re in this together. I WANT to breastfeed you, just as much as YOU want me to. You have to believe me. Getting my period a little early is NOT that strange, nor some huge pain-in-the-ass! It’s something that just happens sometimes.” She gave me a smile, and I managed to smile back. Then she kissed my cheek. Then she turned and picked up her purse, “Now, let’s get some groceries.” I felt better as I got out and she reached for my hand. But walking through the lot towards the door she added, “Of course, the same rules apply as before sweetie. You put it on, but…” She didn’t finish the sentence, but I heard her voice in my head… But Mommy decides when it comes off… I pushed the buggy in the store while Mommy picked out things from the shelves. She did ask if I would like to cook chicken on the grill again, the first time turned out pretty decent. But I blushed a little when Mommy had to get both a box of tampons and pads. … We went directly home after the grocery store. Mommy had bought some frozen things. I helped carry things inside and as I put away the food, Mommy took the things from the medical supply store upstairs. Just as I finished up and was gathering the grocery bags to take back to the store, Mommy called me to the living room. She had her laptop and was getting comfortable on the couch. She patted the cushion next to her, inviting me over to sit with her. As she swiped and tapped, she said rather casually, “Now, I was thinking, we need to get Tammy some more pretty things. She only has three dresses, and has been borrowing Mommy’s nightgowns.” I gulped as I watched her open a website for ‘adult playwear’. She was flicking through a couple of menus. I noticed she tapped on ‘sissy baby’ and ‘accessories’. I tried to protest a little, “But… it’s not like I need a lot. I only wear that sort of thing around the house.” She started scrolling, “… and to Miss Beth’s parties. Which, by the way, she’s having another one next Friday.” Has it been that long? Do I want to attend??? She read my mind, “Yes, we’re going. I already accepted the invitation. And Tammy best behave; unless she wants another trip to the woodshed.” The image of that spanking horse in the wood shed, my mind suddenly panicked as my diaper grew warm. No discussion, Mommy didn’t ask. She decided for us both. But then, isn’t that what I like? Having Mommy make the decisions? My train of thought was interrupted, “Now how about these for you sweetie? Cute little baby-doll nighties for Tammy?” I looked down at the image, fuzzy frills along the hem, reminding me of some feathery boa. I squirmed and answered, “N…no… those feathery things will probably start coming off and… and tickle Tammy’s legs.” She let out a sigh, “You’re probably right. Let’s just stick to these, the ones with just some extra material puckered up like at the hem. They’re still cute and are machine washable… practical.” She clicked on the size/ color selections and added three to the shopping cart. Then just as she clicked another menu item, she asked me, “Now… what size shoes do you were? Men’s nine?” I watched as she put almost a dozen new things for ‘Tammy’ in the shopping cart. My hand slipped between my legs and held my diapered crotch as I lay my head on her shoulder. She kissed it gently and returned to her shopping. At one point she mentioned, “You already have that pretty necklace. Maybe some cute earrings? How does Tammy feel about getting her ears pierced?” I whimpered a little at the idea… I whispered, “It would make her look prettier… But what about Tommy?” I lifted my head so I could see her face. She had a small frown as she spoke, “Hmm… yeah, when you get them pierced, you have to wear at least some small studs for about a month. Maybe we can find some simple clip-on ones.” In the end, I was feeling both thrilled… and scared. Several new outfits, including childish white socks and the classic black Mary-Janes. Mommy was letting me explore my little girl side, but I also knew that meant that Mommy would want to show me off more. When she got to the checkout, I felt a lump in my throat at the total. But Mommy just clicked through as she said, “Tommy paid for the baby pants this morning, it’s Mommy’s turn now.” As she finished up the order, I saw her click the ‘Express Shipping’. She mumbled something about, “…in time for Beth’s party.” She put her laptop aside and slipped her arms around me. With a big hug and kiss she whispered, “Mommy’s so lucky to have found you. I get to have both a little boy and a little girl.” I nodded gently as she cuddled me in her arms. After a few moments, she eased her grip and said, “Now… how about some lunch and then Tommy needs to take a nap.” “But I don’t want to take a nap…” “Shh… it’s the weekend, and we need to make sure Mommy’s nipples get sucked on. Besides, it’s Saturday and you’ll probably be staying up late with your gaming,” was all she said. She set down her laptop and stood. Then she took my hand saying, “Come along little one. Mommy will help you so you don’t have to crawl to the kitchen.” She didn’t put me in my highchair this time, she rolled it over to the corner of the eating area. We had simple sandwiches for lunch as Mommy did most of the talking. Some about work, the weather, how much we saved on that sale. But also a few things that made me blush, “I was thinking, for Beth’s party maybe we could put your hair up in curls? It’s getting longer and some tight little curls would look cute.” I blushed, “You want me to go around with curly hair?” She swallowed and explained, “Not all the time. I’m not talking a perm or anything. But if we wash and set your hair… it would look cute. Then the next time you shower, they’d just rinse out.” I thought about it. If they just wash out… instead of a baby bonnet? What was that child actress… did all the tap-dancing? Short dress, her underpants showing? Well yeah… but that was what? In the 1900’s or something? Before airplanes even?? I remember a picture; toddler boys even wore dresses, same as girls back then. Then she cleared away the dishes and took my hand, “Here sweetie, hold my hand so you don’t have to crawl up the stairs.” I blushed as the idea of crawling up the stairs came into my head. In the bedroom she pulled back the blankets, then turned and started undressing me. First, she knelt and helped me with my sneakers and socks. Then she smiled at me as she unfastened my shorts and helped me step out of them. With a pat on my diapered butt, she said simply, “Now get into bed sweetie, and Mommy will let you have milkies.” I did what she said, my diaper crinkling a little on the sheets as she had me scoot over to make room for her. She unbuttoned her top and reached behind to unhook her bra. She casually mentioned, “Need to get more nursing bras…” But she didn’t uncover herself completely. She leaned to get into bed, her hand reached for the front of my diaper. She commented, “Baby wet? I thought so, well it should last until after your nap.” I felt my face flush a little, but then her breasts were being pressed against it. Her hand palmed my head gently, so I latched on to her nipple. As I started to suckle, her voice whispered, “That’s my little baby…. Time for suck sucks…” The way she takes charge, just reaches between my legs like that. Almost forces me to take her nipple… I suddenly became aware that my peepee was locked. It was trying to get hard but couldn’t. My hips squirmed a bit, legs squeezing my half-used diaper against things, but as happened before, it didn’t touch my caged peepee. All my peepee felt was the grip of my cage. I suckled as my hips started squirming more. Suddenly mommy’s hand reached and gave my bottom a thump as she whispered, “That will only make it worse baby, just lay still and suckle.” But her thump simply made me feel more like a little baby. And that made me want to play with my peepee even more. Another minute or so and my hips were squirming again. This time Mommy wasn’t subtle. She pushed my head from her chest, sat up a little and… THUMP!!! THUMP!!! THUMP!!! Her voice was loud and clear, “Do I need to get the paddle? I know THAT will make that dick of yours behave!!! Is THAT what Mommy needs to do???” I pouted as I felt my eyes starting to tear up. I looked up at her and whimpered quietly, “No Mommy…. I… I’ll behave.” She lay back down and rolled towards me again, her hand pulling my face to her chest. She whispered, “All right then, see that you do. Now, a few minutes more and then little Tommy needs to go to sleep.” As I latched onto her other nipple, I nodded a little. Behave… like a good baby… baby’s that nurse don’t do naughty things. I’m a good boy… As I suckled, ‘that muscle’ would clench and I’d feel my peepee try again. But I concentrated on NOT doing that and soon I was feeling drowsy. I was half asleep when I felt Mommy push my pacifier between my lips and climb out of bed. I felt her lips on my ear as she whispered, “Sweet dreams,” just before I fell asleep. … Was it a dream? It… it had to be… Wait… who’s this? It’s not Mommy… I tried to move but… I looked down… my highchair. I was locked in and she was…I tried to say something but she pushed a spoon of food in my mouth. She was talking but not to me… On her phone maybe? “Oh just feeding the neighbor’s boyfriend… Well used to be a boy… not anymore. She took his cock away… now just a baby girl.” “No seriously…. Just a sec…” Another spoonful was pushed into my mouth. She looked at me as she said, “Eat it all up silly… your Mommy said it’s important you eat this so your little peepee doesn’t grow back…” “Yeah… Yeah I’m still here. Apparently he was naughty with his cock, so she made it go away… Probably fucking another woman, you know men… No really... nothing much down there at all now… How should I know… she just said to make sure she eats it then change her diaper. Yes… DIAPER!!! Poor thing can’t help pissing herself all the time now…” She absentmindedly shoved another spoonful into my mouth. Eat this? It… it keeps my peepee from…. WHO IS THIS!?!??!?! I was sitting up in bed screaming. Then I was yelling…. “MOMMY!!! MOMMY!!! MOMMY!!!” Mommy came running into the room and rushed to put her arms around me, “I’m here sweetie… I’m here.” I was clinging to her as I started blubbering, “I’m sowwy Mommy… I’m sowwy I was n…n..naughty Please Mommy… please!!!” She hugged me and rubbed my back as she whispered, “Shh shhh… it’s all right. It was just a dream… I’m right here…. Mommy’s got you…” I hesitated. She waited. I still didn’t say anything. Then she whispered, “Was it about us? Was it something I did?” I finally whispered, “It… It was somebody else feeding me in my high chair. She was talking to somebody on the phone. She said… she said I did something naughty with my cock…” Mommy was patient. After a pause she said gently, “And…?” I gulped, “And she said that my mommy took my cock away. She… she said the stuff I had to eat… kept it from growing back… That you had told her I had to eat it to keep my cock from… from ever coming back…” Mommy’s arms hugged me again as her lips kissed my cheek. She whispered, “I told you this morning, about what you did and what happened… it wasn’t naughty. It’s just something that happened. Believe me sweetie.” Her soft voice and gentle hugs calmed me down. Then she loosened her grip and reached to lift up my chin and used her thumb to wipe my wet cheek. She stared into my eyes for a moment. Then she cocked her head a little, “Wait… this isn’t some act, is it??? Just to get me to use your key. Because if it is…” I shook my head quickly, “No Mommy… It really happened! It was scary and… and you have to believe me…” She stared at me. After several seconds, I whispered, “Honest… I’m not trying to trick you…” Then she seemed to make up her mind, “I want to believe you darling. So, here’s what’s going to happen.” She held up her hand with one finger, “First, I’m NOT going to let you out just yet. If this is some trick you’re playing…” “No Mommy… it was just like I said….” “And second, I’m making an appointment for us with a therapist,” she said as she held up a second finger. “A therapist?” She nodded a little, “Yes Tom. You seem to suffer from a lot of guilt sometimes. You go out of your way to get a spanking sometimes. And then when something happens in the bedroom, YOU put yourself in that chastity cage. Not me…. YOU.” She stood up and reached for a clean diaper on the dresser. As she returned and gently pushed me back on the bed, she went on, “I don’t mind that you’ve given up your potty training. I’ve told you before that I enjoy playing baby games with you, changing your diapers all the time and cuddling you in my lap. And trying out breastfeeding.” The sound of <rip…rip…rip…rip> filled the room as she tore open my diaper and started wiping around my caged genitals. “Now lift for me,” she said as she swapped out the completely soaked diaper with the fresh one. Then she went back to the dresser and got the baby powder. As she sprinkled and rubbed it in, she continued, “And I think you’re just adorable as little Tammy. The pretty panties, the short dresses with your diapered butt poking out…” As she tugged the front of the diaper into place, “And I told you when you got into that fight, that I prefer you come to Mommy when you have trouble.” As she finished taping me up, she sat and rested her hand casually on the front of my diaper and tapped it once, “But sweetheart, waking up screaming for me… I’m worried about you. I’ve told you time and time again… I won’t keep it locked away forever. You need to know that. Thinking that I could just…. ‘take it away’… “ She HAS said it would never be forever… And yeah, there are times I crave to have… my bottom warmed. But talk to a stranger about…. “Tom… I really think we should. I can call Beth, or that Doctor Karen to find a good one,” she said quietly. Then she added, “I just want what’s best for us. If all these things are going to put you in the looney bin, then… I don’t know. I just want us to be happy. And a nightmare like that… I’m thinking there’s something wrong that we need to work out.” She reached for my hands and helped me stand up. As she hugged me, she whispered, “Frankly Tom, you scared me. I just love you and want to help.” I nodded and as she eased her grip, I agreed, “I understand. I love you too. You’re right, maybe we should talk to someone.” She gave me a smile and chuckled a little, “Of course I’m right. I’m the Mommy…” It was enough, I smiled and chuckled. Then a pat on my rump as she said, “Come set the table, then help me with dinner.” To Be Continued  

I will be the odd one out, A modded Depends diaper, t-shirt, and no socks. In the winter I will add in footed pajamas. At home it's like that most of the year. When I go out it's something like kakis, moccasins or deck shoes with a t-shirt. I like things to be simple.

I refer to my body as being like an old Chrysler. It leaks, sometimes stinks and takes a bit of time to get going in the morning before warming up.