femdom Mama Knows Best

[Daddy Wuffster]

Content Warning: Domination, Sexual content, face-sitting

This story is much more lewd than the regression based stories previously. It contains distinctly kinky content, but I'm hoping you'll enjoy it!

 

Mama Knows Best

As you stepped into the plastic fenced off area of the room, you stuck your thumb into your mouth and grinned. Here you were, a grown adult, getting into a playpen dressed in nothing but a diaper and a t-shirt. And it was the best.

“Go on baby, play with your toys. Mama will be over on the sofa if you need a hand”

You gazed back at her, your big, dumb smile making her chuckle to herself as she cupped the rear of your diaper before giving it a firm swat.

“Yes, yes you’re my adorable little baby. Now, off you go, there are some duplos that need building!”

You clapped your hands with glee, turning round to face the back of the playpen. You could see the box full of colourful building blocks, their huge size matching your frame. Of course, you didn’t care. You could just sit down in front of them, grabbing individual pieces with no real goal, sticking them together in random shapes. There was nothing to worry about anymore, no thoughts that invaded this little space that you’d found. Even that feeling in your tummy, the one that made you close your eyes and grunt, the one that made your diaper feel squishy and warm, that wasn’t anything to be concerned about. The feeling of sitting back down on your diaper was even better now after all. You shifted on your butt, moving back and forth with your thumb in your mouth, the feeling of the mess moving around in your diaper making you feel even better than before. You knew your mama would clean you up, get you in a fresh Pampers and let you go back to playing when you got a bit itchy. She never minded, she never seemed to care about the smell. You grab some more of the blocks, continuing to slap them together with abandon. Each of the colours made you feel good, the bright reds and blues were making you smile with every new block added to your ridiculous tower of Duplo. Eventually, you had to move onto your knees to add more to the top, the back of your diaper drooping dangerously low from the accident you’d had. Maybe Mama would notice, your tail tape felt like the only thing keeping it from falling down your legs. But you didn’t care either way, all that mattered now was getting this tower of blocks even taller than before! You just need to…

“Uh-oh! I smell a little stinker!” 

You look back towards you Mama. So much for the blocks, you think to yourself. She’ll want to change you, to get you out of the wonderful, heavy diaper round your waist. You shift back and forth in front of her, making it clear you’re more than happy to continue playing.
“Now now baby, you know you can’t avoid a change!” she unlocks your playpen and walks in, diaper bag over her shoulder. 

You pull your pacifier out, stick out your tongue and pop it back in again with a giggle, your little bratty streak coming to the fore. You knew Mama would catch you, after all your thick padding would stop you getting far at all. With a quick motion you moved onto your hands and feet and started to crawl away, your butt held high in the air as your messy rear shifts from side to side as you pull yourself along the soft padded floor. You find a teddy in the corner of the playpen, the one you loved to cuddle all the time. His name was Mr Buttons, he didn’t mind when you smelled bad and he always gave the best hugs, but right now that wasn’t important. You needed a friend to distract Mama so you could keep playing in your stinky nappy. You hold him out in front of you, babbling coming from behind your pacifier as you pretend to make noises like he’s talking, defending you from Mama.

“Oh goodness! Is that Mr Buttons? Well hello there!” she coos, pretending to talk to Mr Buttons with a little smile. You babble back, very little coming out comprehensively as you giggle with every phrase.

“Well Mr Buttons, I think you’re hiding a wanted STINKER!”

You breathe in, pretending to be shocked. How dare Mama accuse Mr Buttons of such a thing! He would never…

“Yes Mr Buttons, I agree, he REALLY needs a change doesn’t he”

Mama had him in the palm of hand. Such betrayal by one of your own, dooming you to the change. You drop him to the floor and try to crawl away but slip, hands flailing as you flop onto your tummy. Before you can get back up you feel a hand on your back, gently but noticeably keeping you pinned to the ground.

“Gotcha!”

You giggle as Mama turns you over onto your back. You kick out your legs a little, squirming in place, feeling the mess against your bottom move around and squish. You liked that feeling, you liked it so much that you sucked on your pacifier harder, moaning a little behind it.

“Goodness my little one is very squirmy today hmmm?” Mama teases, rubbing the back of your full diaper with a firm palm. Your moans increase, the mess feels so good against your bottom. You don’t want to be changed! You want to stay in your full, stinky diaper!

“Sshh… calm down baby, Mama knows you’re having too much fun…”

You stop squirming at that. Mama normally changes you if she finds out you’ve messed your Pampers.

“This diaper isn’t one you’re being changed out of, baby” she starts to rub the front, your moans growing in intensity. What was she…

“You’re going to get to play in this all day. You seem to want to stay in your full diapers all the time, so Mama thinks you should get your wish” she squishes the front, making you take a quick intake of breath. You felt naughty, but oh so good.

“This diaper is your very special change. It will go over your full stinky pamper. Don’t worry, Mama won’t let you get itchy, she’ll change you when you get all rashy.” she starts to press the mess against your butt again. You were thrusting into her grip now, the feeling in your diaper growing and growing…

“I think my baby needs to make another mess in their pampers too though don’t they?”
You nod desperately, moving your butt up and down in Mama’s grasp. The feeling of the mushy mulch moving around your nethers was getting you to the point of… of…
“MPPPPHH” 

You groan, your body bucking as the intensity of the orgasm hits your brain and the inside of the padding. You can feel Mama lessening her grip, slowing her rubbing as she lets you cum all over the inside of your diaper. 

“Such a good baby… that’s it, get it all out of your system”

Your body can’t help but release everything into the padding. Ecstasy courses through your body with every second, the feeling of the mass on your rear now settling after so much movement. It was cooling, coating your rear just as the sticky mess you were making in the front was coating your nethers. The front of your pampers were a complete disaster zone, but you didn’t care. You wanted this. You loved this more than anything in the whole world. Drool started to dribble down the side of your mouth, your pacifier falling from it as a dumb smile became the evidence of your post-orgasm haze. Almost immediately you felt the rubber teat get pushed back into your maw, your mouth sucking again immediately on your favourite pacifier as Mama tapped the shield.

“Now maybe you’ll be less squirmy for a bit…”

 

With practiced motions Mama separated your legs, allowing the thick padding of your diaper to settle. It was now in dire need of replacement, the tapes were barely holding on the movements you and Mama had put it through. The leakguards and leg gathers were stretched to capacity, discoloured from the squishy mulch you’d deposited in the padding. You lay back, your fingers rubbing along your tummy, enjoying the sensual motions of Mama rubbing your thighs and waistband. You expected to hear the sound of a popping tape, but it never came. Instead you felt your legs lifted into the air, your messy bottom feeling a distinct drop occur in the padding as the mass you’d left there moved right to the back and further up your rear. You mewled, confused as Mama slipped another diaper under your rear.

“Did you think I was just saying that to help you go sticky little one? Oh no no, you’re getting another layer and Mama’s special milk, yes you are!”

You suckle harder on the pacifier, realisation crossing your mind that you’ll still be in the same padding. Mama was gonna leave you all stinky!
You felt your legs being lowered onto the thick padding of the new diaper, it’s size one up from your usual. The mulch in your padding squished up against your butt, finding new space further up your butt to spread out. A few pin-pricks came from a needle into the front of your old diaper as Mama prepared it for its new use as a destroyed stuffer. You heard yourself moan involuntarily as the cold mess was forced against your backside and bits as Mama pulled the new diaper up between your legs, every second of the experience making you more intimately familiar with the accident you’d had. 

“Hopefully one of your larger night-time diapers will keep you nice and secure until tomorrow morning…” Mama was teasing you, rubbing the diaper with every word, keeping the change going for as long as she could. You could smell the strong scent of what you’d done, what she was leaving you in. You could almost feel yourself getting squirmy again, your sensitive nethers feeling ready for another round.

“Now now, you’ve had your little fun for the day champ” Mama cooed, taking the first of the tapes of your new diaper and pulling it taught around your waist. These were two tape diapers, they were your most babyish brand, the ones designed to contain your worst and biggest accidents… and they were very, very thick. Your legs felt weak from Mama’s teasing, but they could already feel the pillow-like thickness forcing them apart. You knew Mama didn’t want you walking around anymore today…

“One more tape champ, hold still for me” with one final motion she tightened up the last tape, securing you into your double thick, babyish and full diaper. You just kept sucking on the pacifier, the smile on your face never fading.

“Now baby” Mama said, moving around to your side “Let’s get you all full up again”

You felt her hand lift your head up. You knew what was coming, your brain made the connection immediately as it rested onto her lap. Her shirt was open, her breasts hanging freely out from her bra. You lifted your head the rest of the way, one of her hands supporting the back of your head while the other pulled the pacifier free from its mooring.

You didn’t need another invitation.

Your mouth softly clamped around her nipple, continuing the suckling motion from the pacifier. You heard Mama release a small moan, shifting in place to get more comfortable as a sudden rush of liquid hit the back of your throat. It was sweet, thick, your favourite meal that was yours and yours alone. No other milk tasted like Mama’s milk, it was like ambrosia, the feast of the gods that was forbidden but beautiful to consume. You could barely contain yourself, suckling down gulp after gulp of the delicious fluid.

“Baby, go slow, Mama has plenty of milk for you” she starts to rub your tummy, slowly filling you with her milk and warming you with every suckle. Your butt was now resting on the floor, your diaper continuing to give you intense feelings with every single motion that Mama gave it. The messy diaper was one thing, being breastfed in Mama’s arms made feelings twice as intense. Her milk made your tummy all funny, it would gurgle and rumble all day and then you’d get another full, poopy diaper to enjoy.

“There’s a good baby, drink up until you’re nice and full…” 

You hear Mama’s voice at the edge of your senses, your hands balling into fists, your legs curling inwards as you feel her hands massaged the messy rear you’d given her. Your eyes fully close and your mouth begins to detach as you feel your tummy fill to the brim.

“Now now, let’s give you burpies first baby”

She hefts your limp body upwards to her shoulder, supporting your squishy, sticky bottom on her right arm as the left pats your back. You can feel the gas building inside you, desperate for release…

“BRRRRUUUPPP”

Mama chuckles, hearing your belch clear as day “Goodness, someone really needed their num nums hmmm?”

You nod weakly, your energy and body spent from the teasing, the orgasm, the feeding… everything. As you feel yourself being laid down on the floor of the playpen again, your pacifier is lodged back into your mouth as Mama gets back to her feet.

“Let me get your blanket, I think someone needs a nap”

Your hands move to your diaper, squishing the fresh outer layer down onto your cooling inner stuffer, the mess and cum mixing round your nethers. You can already feel that twinge in your bladder, the last remnants of your potty training before you met Mama, kicking in to tell you to pee. Without a second thought you release, the warm liquid pooling at your bottom as the inner padding fails to absorb any further punishment. You feel your thighs start to warm as the leak guards on the first diaper give way to allow it to move into the new layer, dribbles of it heading through the pinprick holes and soaking into the front of the new night diaper. When Mama comes back she’ll find your soggy diaper and tell you what a good baby you were, you tell yourself in your head. She’ll rub the front, she’ll…

“I got your blanket baby” you open your eyes a little to look up at her, your hands still grasping at the slick padding. She gets back down to her knees, taking the thick flannel blanket and laying it over your front. She hadn’t even noticed you were…

“Such a soggy baby, honestly.” as she pulls the blanket up to your chest she rubs your diaper and tummy. You moan, squirming as the weighted ducky blanket keeps you firmly stuck to the floor. You loved your ducky blanket, it smushed the front of your diaper against you, kept the back firmly squishing against your butt. You could only squirm a little now, all your energy spent and the blanket keeping you stuck against the floor.

“Now baby…” Mama starts, grabbing your attention “it’s Mama’s turn to have a bit of fun, isn’t it?”

You moan a little, not sure what she meant. What was she…
Mama pulls her pants to the floor. Your eyes go wide as the sight of a bright pink diaper greets your view. You feel so confused, Mama wasn’t a baby like you.

“Kiddo” she pulls her legs over the top of you, her diaper right up against your face “Take a good, long breath”

You obey, taking in the scent of lavender powder from her leak guards as she moves it directly over your nose. You moan, you’d be bucking against her if you had any energy, and if the ducky blanket wasn’t keeping you solidly against the floor. You hear a breath of relief come from Mama’s mouth as she starts to rub against your face, the warmth and scent of what she was doing greeting you as the diaper started to bulge, stretching over you and squishing slowly down. You take another breath, the intense smell driving your brain to a new height. Mama is breathing faster now, moving more quickly against you with every second. 

You can’t move, you don’t want to move, you want to be with Mama forever, under her slowly filling diaper forever.

You hear her groan, slowing down as you can finally get a breath. A new scent greets you, a raw, sexual one. You had never smelt this from Mama before, she’d never done this for you. She loved you so much she let you stuff your face into her soaked and sticky padding. She was the best person in your life, better than the silly play-dates you had. You felt yourself wetting again, the dampness in your diaper increasing as Mama’s milk made its way through your system. You knew during your nap that your diaper would be so much fuller, so much messier… and you’d be able to enjoy it all over again.

As Mama climbed off of you, she wiped some sweat off of her forehead, hefting her full diaper in your field of vision as she shook it out a little. She smiled down at you, cleaning off some droplets off your forehead. You didn’t care what it was, it was from Mama, that was all that mattered.

“Now baby, it’s time for you to go to sleep for a bit isn’t it?”

Your eyes close, you suckle slowly on your pacifier, and the world goes dark as you start to dream of suckling on Mama again today...

You’re my special little baby
The best, most adorable little baby
Mama treats you to her milk
Mama burps you when you're full
Mama changes your stinky, full, mushy diapers

Mama gives you special rubbies
Mama helps you go all sticky
Mama has her diapers for you
Mama loves you very much

And Mama knows best. 

 

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