Baby Talk

Yes, my father wet the bed but I’m not sure until what age. I did not have a dry night until I was 12. Then a few years of less wetting, then it returned to nightly then daytime as well. There is enough ABDL in me to not really mind!!!

THAT IS SICK! Eyes actually watered LOL

Sooo well.... I decided to brush up on my drawing skills a bit after nearly three (or more? idunno) months of “rest.” Art in progress, but I’ve already nailed down the main idea. You can come up with rough ideas about what’s happening behind this scene. When I’m done, I’ll post a full backstory aaaaand the finished artwork. Here we go, wahaha >:c

our gas jumped from $5.59 a week ago to now $6.99 and I know we can thank our dumb govenator we pay at least $1.50 a gallon tax here...

I know it's been too long. But last week was... well...  Anyway, here's another chapter. Enjoy and by all means, constructive critcism is always welcome. Chapter 60 Mommy smiled at me as I played with my peepee and came for the third time today. I fell backward gently against the kitchen cabinet door as I stretched out my legs, sitting on the floor. Mommy leaned in and kissed the top of my head and gently stroked my cheek as she whispered, “That’s my good little boy…. Don’t forget to wash your little fingers, then you can run along and play your video games.” With that, she winked at me and turned, walking away. I stared at her diapered bottom, gently swaying as she disappeared into the front room. Once I caught my breath, I twisted and reached for the countertop to help me stand up again. I washed my hands just as Mommy told me, then dried them and went to the front room. Mommy was sitting there, wearing one of my shirts and the diaper I had put on her. She had her legs folded up under herself and was looking at her tablet. I looked at her a moment, but she looked up and said rather dismissively, “Run along now little one… Mommy has some things to get done.” I couldn’t really complain, she HAD just helped me get my rocks off. And she rescinded those extra days. I stared at those boobs, snugly wrapped in that soft polo shirt. I could just make out the darker spots where I knew her nipples were. But let’s face it, my dick was as limp as ever now, so I turned and said quietly, “Yes Mommy.” Then I went upstairs and started fighting that ‘boss’ monster. --- --- --- Sitting was a bit uncomfortable, so I had tucked my legs underneath me. Between the vibrator and his cock, both my holes were… ‘closed’ for a while. And although I’m not feeling babyish, it’s nice to wear some protection for a little while. So, I grabbed my tablet and just browsed for some new clothes. For myself, that is, I figured maybe a change in fashion with the changes in the seasons that were in the offing. I mentally set a dollar limit on myself and found some nice things. A couple of nice outfits for work and a new pair of shoes. Of course, as I was about to checkout, the web site ‘suggested based on recent purchases’, some additional items. I giggled a little when I reviewed them. My recent purchases had been for him, so… well let’s see. If I get a couple of outfits, maybe it’s only fair Tammy gets one too. Hmm… Tammy. Tomorrow IS Sunday after all. And that’s usually the day I have my ‘little helper’. I was smiling at myself as I added the frilly pink thing to the shopping cart and clicked ‘Checkout’. I’ll bet she’ll like that… She DOES seem to enjoy the frilly things. Come to think of it… he gets pretty worked up when… I went to my favorite ‘advice’ website. Well, it’s not meant as that, but it has some forums for mommies and daddies where I’ve asked questions before and gotten some good advice from others. But of course, I always take their advice with ‘a grain of salt’. … SPH… Small Penis Humiliation… yes, I think that describes his reaction. He’s NOT really all that small…. But this one thread discusses that it’s more ‘mental’ than ‘physical’. I’ll have to try it out a bit more… see if he reacts like he did earlier… I read a bit more on the thread and got a better idea just how I might tease him about it. I giggled a little when I thought of him looking up at me, sucking his big pacifier and blushing bright red. Aww… poor baby… your little peepee is too small to be inside Mommy’s pussy… you’ll just have to play with mister dinky in your diapers…. YEAH!!! That’ll make his face turn RED!!! --- --- --- I managed the monster after dying and having to respawn once. I drank healing potions until I didn’t have any left. Then I decided to go to that village with the trading post. I should have enough gold to get some more. And maybe have an armorer repair my sword. I ‘freelanced’ around for a while, just picking up a side quest or two, finding some abandoned chests to loot. Then I heard Mommy’s voice, “Hey sweetie, dinner in about half an hour, okay?” I turned to look at her. She was still wearing my shirt, but she had tugged on a pair of short shorts. I frowned a little as I wasn’t sure, but it LOOKED like she was still padded underneath. I nodded and answered with, “Okay Mommy. What are we having?” She smiled and walked closer, then behind my chair as she slipped her arms over my shoulders and around my neck. She gave me a peck on the cheek and answered, “I put some pork chops in the oven. And some mac & cheese. That sound okay sweetie?” With my head tilted to one side as she kissed my neck, I said, “Sounds great Mommy.” I didn’t realize it but she was staring at the screen. I only figured it out when she said, “Do ALL the bar maids in your game have such big tits and short dresses? No WONDER you like playing your game.” I glanced back at the screen and had to admit the truth, “Yeah, well the game is targeted to young guys after all.” She giggled a little and kissed my cheek again as she said, “Well don’t let me catch your game character fucking any of them in the wine cellar.” I blushed a little since there WERE some mods for the game that sort of… let you do just that. I stammered a little too much when I told her, “N…n..no Mommy… I… I’m a good boy.” She ran her fingers through my hair and tousled it. Then she straightened and said, “I’ll call you when dinner’s ready. After that you can go online tonight and play with your friends.” She turned and left, but when she got to the doorway she added, “But not too late, Mommy needs her little helper in the morning to clean house.” … Dinner was delicious and after I helped clear the dishes, Mommy was true to her word and let me go back to my gaming machine and log in with my Saturday night group. I set an alarm on my phone for 10:30PM and we set off on another adventure. I did hit ‘snooze’ on it once, but by a quarter of, I had logged off and stood up. Soggy… And I bet Mommy has gone to bed already. I looked around my nursery/game-room and decided I’d be a good boy and take care of it myself. When I got to the bedroom, the light was still on. Mommy was propped up in bed, but she seemed to have fallen asleep. She was wearing one of her ‘mommy’ nightgowns, that had the slits in front for nursing. Her tablet had timed out and gone to sleep on her lap. I carefully lifted it from her lap and set it aside on the nightstand and slipped into bed and turned out the light. I hesitated, not sure if I should. But I wanted to snuggle up and my lips felt like they needed to suck. As gently as I could, I very carefully pulled one slit of her nightgown open. I tried my best not to wake her, I knew I would have to be gentle. But the moment my lips latched to her nipple, I tasted a drop of her milk. It had been over ten hours and her breast was full and heavy. I didn’t want to hurt her after her adventure at lunch time, so I held it gently in my lips, barely sucking. She does this for me… it’s not always convenient, but she loves me and does this. Maybe marriage wouldn’t be too scary… Her nipple stopped producing but I didn’t want to suck too hard. I just let it rest against my lips and rested my head against her shoulder. It must have woken her up. I felt a hand reach for my hair and she shifted, squirming down from the headboard and rolling towards me. As I shifted a little, her free hand gently uncovered her other breast and presented it to me. I heard a whisper, “Gently darling… this one too…” I obliged her by latching tenderly as I rested my head on the pillow. Nothing more was said, no other movement as I drifted off; my primitive reflexes suckling and swallowing occasionally. --- --- --- It was light out and I felt a tiny wince of pain in my right nipple. I felt the warmth of my little one’s body and I knew he had latched to my nipple. He was gentle about it and my nipples had been getting ‘tougher’ anyway. I let him nurse. It WAS fun… giving up control completely. But I still love this more. Having a needy, helpless little baby whenever I want. I shifted my leg a little and brought my knee up against his crotch. I smiled to myself when I felt his hips gently push against my leg. Needy…. But not always just a baby. ‘morning wood’ they call it. No wonder he latched to my nipple. I knew what my little boy needed and I gently moved my leg against his diaper a few times. It crinkled softly under the covers, and his sucking grew a bit stronger. I thought about what I read last night and whispered, “Is my baby’s tiny little dinky getting happy? Happy that Mommy keeps it in diapers? Where all little baby dinkies belong…” He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. His hips told me all I needed to know. That and the sharper twinge in my nipple as he started sucking harder. I smiled to myself as I lifted my arm and pulled him closer, now facing me directly. It made it easier for me to slip my thigh between his legs. Yeah… you liked that. Now hump all you want darling. I know your secrets. Hump all you want because you’re mine and I love you. He started grinding, gently at first. A part of me regretted taking off that diaper before coming to bed last night. My bladder was pretty full; but I can’t leave my baby with a hardon. I wouldn’t want him to finish things on his own. I wanted him to always prefer having his mommy to help. I decided I’d just let him hump and have a nice cum in his diaper. Then I can use the bathroom. I palmed his head, holding it more snugly to my breast. He squirmed and I felt his legs trying to squeeze against my thigh. I reached and started to softly pat his padded bottom as his diaper made more sounds. “That’s it… do your little humpies…. Baby Tammy… Little Tammy likes to hump in her dipee…” I smiled. No whimpers or complaints about me switching his gender. She just accepts it now. That’s right little one… you’re Mommy’s Little Helper today… Mommy’s baby girl… He tried to climb on top of me, but I stopped that. I whispered, “No no baby girl… only big strong boys get on top. You’re my helpless little girl today.” And with that I rolled and pushed her onto her back. I raised my knee and pressed it hard against ‘her’ diaper. I was rewarded with the cutest little whimper, “Yeth mummy…. I’s a good girl for Mommy.  But please… please Mommy….” I rocked against her and ground my hips a bit against her. Dang... my bladder isn’t happy… I better get her to squirt soon or we’ll need to change the sheets… I lay my body on top and whispered in her ear, “Little Tammy loves when Mommy is in charge.” She whispered in that cute lisp, “Yeth Mummy… I.. I’s just a widdle girl… Mommy’s widdle helper…” I rewarded her by gently sticking my tongue in her ear and grinding. That did the trick. I smiled to myself as I felt her hips lift upward and that tell-tale twitching in her diaper as she made her little squirts. I ground gently for just a few seconds longer as I whispered in her ear, “That’s my good little girl…. Mommy knows you love it….” But finally, my bladder couldn’t wait any longer. I pushed myself off and made a beeline for the bathroom. As I shoved my panties down and sat, I called out, “You just lay right there darling, I’ll be back in just a second to get you dressed.” --- --- --- I lay breathing hard. Sigh… Baby Tammy just did ickies in her didee…. Mommy flips me with just a couple of words. As I relaxed, my bladder twinged and I just let it empty. Even laying on my back it’s getting so easy to wet myself. Especially after nutting against her hip in my diaper. When I heard the toilet, I opened my eyes to see Mommy walking back into the room, holding her panties in her hand. She tossed them in the basket and stood with her back to me as she lifted off her nightgown and tossed it in as well. I admired her naked backside as she reached through the things hanging in the closet. She DOES have a nice ass. But it’s already been what? Four times since yesterday? I just smiled to myself as she laid the summer dress on the bed and walked to the dresser to get out a bra and some panties. I just let my eyes close again, I’m sure the smile on my face would fade some day; but not today. It was a minute or two, while she was probably brushing that mesmerizing hair. Then I felt the covers being pulled away and the first of my diaper tapes being ripped open. She didn’t mention my diaper now being soaked, whereas only a few minutes ago it wasn’t. But she knew and understood. Between my waking up hard and humping to a climax, she understood why it was soggy now. “Good thing these tapes are re-attachable,” she said. I opened my eyes to see her holding what seemed to be a used diaper, carefully prying the tapes open. Then she tugged the wet diaper from under my bottom and slipped the questionable, but dry, diaper under me. As she reached to reattach the tapes, she explained, “You can wear the one I had on yesterday sweetie. Mommy didn’t really use it so it’s perfectly fine.” Blush… because even when Mommy wears one, she’s a… a big girl and doesn’t use it. Not like me. Soon I was in my little helper dress and Mommy was putting barrettes in my hair as I watched, sitting at her vanity. Then she put a hand on each shoulder and leaned over to give my head a kiss as she said, “There, if we let your hair grow a bit longer, we can maybe even get it styled. Now… what would my little princess like for breakfast? Maybe a little pastry roll?” She took my hand and I followed, happy how my little outfit swished playfully as I held her hand tight. … After a couple of strawberry-filled things, and a bottle of milk (the one I had put in the fridge yesterday from Mommy’s time with the ‘milking machine’), it was time to start our chores. I stripped the sheets and put fresh ones on the bed while Mommy took the dirty things and started the laundry. Mommy asked if I could scrub down the bathroom. She hinted that maybe I should sit more, there’d be less ‘splash’ on the floor if I did. After that, I found her in the kitchen emptying the dishwasher. When she heard me, she looked up and said, “Thanks so much sweetie. Now if you could just run the vacuum in the living room? Then we’ll be pretty much done.” I nodded and answered, “Okay Mommy. Then can I maybe play on my game a little?” She smiled and nodded, “I suppose so. But come see me first, so I can check my little girl’s diaper.” I blushed at that and reached for the front of my dress, cupping my diaper underneath. All I could manage was, “Mommy!!! I’m not THAT bad!!!!” She just giggled and twirled her hand, as if to say ‘turn around and get moving missy.’ I got out the vacuum; it was an old heavy thing with a long cord. I plugged it in and started going around the room But when I finished and turned it off, I heard Mommy talking, “… Sounds like fun! But you know we have a certain… arrangement about that.” She was quiet a moment as if listening to someone, then she said, “Well… I guess you could ask… She MIGHT go along with it.” Then she raised her voice a bit and called to me, “Tammy?? Tammy sweetie, can you come here for a minute?” I followed the sound of her voice and found her in the kitchen, leaning back against the kitchen sink with her phone in her hand. When she saw me, she held out her phone and simply said, “Here sweetie, somebody wants to talk to you…” I nervously stepped closer and took the phone. Then I held it up to my ear… ///// “Uh…h..Hello?” “Hi princess, this is Julia? Little Sammy’s mommy?” “Uh… H…HI Miss Julia. You wanted to… to talk to me?” “I sure did cutie-pie. Listen, It’s Sammy’s birthday this week.” “And I’m trying to put together a surprise birthday party for her.” “A ‘little girl’ party if you get what I mean.” “Oh… uh… okay.” “I was hoping you could some. Her cousin Shelly will be there, and I might have one other little princess.” “Oh, okay. That sounds like fun! Should I get her a present? When will it be?” “This afternoon sweetie, about 3 o’clock. And no, you don’t need to get her anything.” <I looked at Mommy as I repeated the time. She nodded and smiled> “But sweetie… you know my little girl has certain issues.” “Can you be sure to wear your little clitty cage? Your Mommy told me it’s something you have to decide. She doesn’t put it on, you have to decide that yourself.” <I swallowed hard> “Um… yeah. I… I decide when to put it on… But Mommy decides…” <I was staring at Mommy as I spoke.> <She didn’t say a word, just gave me a small smile> “Okay then Tammy dear.” “If you decide to come to the party, it’s at my sister’s house.” “You know where that is?” “Um… I’m not sure….” “All right princess. Well I hope you decide to come.: “Now give the phone back to your mommy so I can talk with her some more.” ///// I lowered the phone from my ear and held it out for Mommy. She took it and spoke with Miss Julia for another minute or so. Mommy mentioned that she knew the address. Then she finally said, “Okay, well if my baby girl does decide to put it on, we’ll be there. Thanks for calling…” She lowered her phone and looked at me. Then she said quietly, “It’s up to you sweetie. But remember the rules. IF you decide to put it on again…” I gulped and whispered, “Mommy decides when it comes off. I remember.” I was quiet for a moment, then I said, “But I just got unlocked yesterday. If I put it on again, can it not be for as long?” She gave me a smirk and raised one eyebrow, “Now is that how it works? You get to negotiate?” I blushed and lowered my chin as I answered, “No… no it’s up to Mommy. Not me.” She set her phone on the counter and turned to get a large roasting pan from the cabinet. She said simply, “The party’s not until three, so I’ll give you until 2 o’clock to decide.” But I had one last hope, “Can you at least tell me how long it would be? So I have some idea?” She walked over to the fridge and reached for a big roast. As she carried it back and set it on the counter next to the pot, she simply said, “I’ll tell you after you put it on, not before. IF you put it on. Now, did you put the vacuum away?” I mumbled, “Not yet.” But as I turned to take care of it, my diaper was a lot more swollen and heavier than it was ten minutes ago… To Be Continued