Her puppy is fascinated with her little boy's diaper.
He won't leave it alone. No matter how many times she shoos him away from her little boy, who's so embarrassed that he won't lift his head from where it's buried in his blankie, he returns to poke and prod at the diaper.
Daniel eventually steps in. He grabs the puppy's collar and hauls him away. "Leave the little one alone," he says sternly. He sits on the couch, still holding the puppy's collar, and pulls the puppy to kneel between his legs. The puppy strains for the little boy, but Daniel's grip is firm. When she makes eye contact with him, he rolls his eyes. "Demanding little brat, isn't he?" he says.
"He's just enthusiastic," she says. "He's curious. He's never seen a little one in a diaper before."
When Daniel had first suggested diapers for their little boy, the idea had intrigued her, especially when she saw how embarrassed he was at the thought of it. She had rolled it around her mind for several weeks, picturing him in one, trying to imagine how it would change their dynamic, wondering what soft and vulnerable places it would expose to her. Finally, a few days ago, she had placed an order for a case of adult baby diapers. They had arrived last night and this morning, she brought one out to show her little boy.
The puppy had still been in his cage, fast asleep and drooling on his teddy bear. The little boy sleeps in bed with her and Daniel most nights. She likes having him beside them while they're having sex. She likes watching him watch them, his eyes wide and his thumb tucked in his mouth. Sometimes he'll be wearing his come-filled little boy underwear; other times, she'll have ignored his cock and he'll have a little stiffy, his erection tenting his underwear.
(She was intrigued by diapers, but she will never tire of dressing her little boy in babyish underwear. Cartoon ponies and rocket ships and elephants. He looks adorable, but what delights her even more is that when he gets hard, it looks absolutely obscene.)
On the nights when she doesn't touch him before she fucks Daniel, he nuzzles up to her when she's done and whines. Sometimes she'll hush him and tell him Mommy's sleeping; other times, when she's feeling more impatient, she'll put him in the cage with the puppy, who's always delighted to have some company to hump. When she's feeling generous, she'll pull his mouth to her breast and let him nurse while he rubs his cock against her leg. Daniel usually helps on those nights, sliding two or sometimes three fingers into the little one's ass, making his eyes fill with tears as he sucks on Mommy's nipple.
*
Daniel still hasn't fucked their little boy. He fucks the puppy often. It's usually fast and intense, every thrust punishingly hard. He always fucks him from behind and he likes to hook two fingers into the puppy's mouth, making him splutter and drool around them. "You needed this, didn't you, boy?" he'll say. "A man to put you in your place."
She gets offended whenever he says something like that, huffs and mutters that she and her strap-on doing a perfectly good job keeping the puppy in his place. Daniel will smile at her winningly, pull out of the puppy and come over to kiss her. Usually, after a few minutes of his attention, she's placated.
Daniel has that way about him. He's charming and charismatic and has a talent for making people want to impress him. Her little boy certainly feels that way. He can still be painfully shy around Daniel sometimes, but she often catches him staring at Daniel with wide eyes. When he's feeling brave, he'll crawl over and curl up at Daniel's side, fingers twisted in Daniel's T-shirt.
The puppy's similar, though he expresses it very differently. He acts out for Daniel's attention. He bites and humps and disobeys basic commands all in hopes that Daniel will rise to the bait. Daniel's punishments are always hard and leave the puppy sobbing for mercy, but she knows that nothing is worse to the puppy than the punishments when Daniel puts him in time out and refuses to even look at him.
She asked him once why he hadn't fucked the little one yet. He shrugged and said the time hadn't been right. She still wonders what he's waiting for, what will make the moment the right one.
*
When she pulled the diaper out this morning, the little one tried to hide under the duvet. He buried himself right down there and Daniel had to haul him out by his armpits. He placed the little one on his back on the bed, shoved his T-shirt up, and blew a raspberry on his tummy. "Don't be a silly boy," he said. "There's no need to throw a tantrum."
The feeling that curled through her stomach as she unfolded the diaper was electric. It somehow felt filthier than anything she'd ever done before. She'd tied boys to St Andrew's crosses and flogged them; she'd fucked boys so hard they cried; she had a puppy and a little boy and made them hump teddy bears and each other regularly.
But somehow, none of that compared to the feeling of a thick, crinkly diaper in her hand.
Daniel helped her manoeuvre the little one so she could put the diaper on. He wasn't fighting, but he was squirming and crying and half-heartedly kicking out with his legs. Daniel caught his ankles in his hands and hefted them above his head, lifting his bum off the bed in the quintessential diapering position. She slid the diaper under his bum and, with Daniel's help, quickly taped it up despite her boy's weak protests. When she saw him lying there, face red and tears steaming down his cheeks, T-shirt hiked up and his whole crotch wrapped in a thick diaper, she couldn't help but sigh in happiness. "Oh, baby boy," she cooed. "What an adorable baby boy."
He hasn't been able to meet anyone's gaze all day. She let him carry his blankie around with him. He doesn't use it often, only when he's feeling very little, so she supposes it's appropriate for today. He spends a lot of time hiding behind it, barely nodding or shaking his head when she or Daniel ask him a question. She's mostly left him alone to adjust. She changed his T-shirt, squeezed the crotch of his diaper, and kissed his forehead. "Mommy's so proud of you," she whispered, and has given him a bit of space since then.
The puppy, however, has not left him alone.
The moment he was out of his cage this morning, he knew something was different. It took him a moment to work it out, but the moment his gaze fell on the little boy, his eyes lit up and he scurried over. He was instantly in the little one's space, pressing into him, knocking him down, lying on top of him and trapping him. Daniel laughed when he saw. "Oh, the puppy wants to play," he said, but he pulled him off the little boy. "Give him some space," he said.
The puppy, of course, didn't listen. All throughout breakfast, he snuck sideways glances at the diaper. He kept reaching out to touch it and the little boy would slap his hand away. The puppy would snatch his hand back, growling, but a minute later, would be reaching for it again. By the time breakfast was finished, the little one was in tears.
It's as though wearing a diaper is making him feeling even more little than he usually does. She's been watching him with fascination all day. He's always little -- he knows better than to try acting like a grown up in front of her -- but it's intense today. His emotions are closer to the surface. He's acting clumsier, like an actual toddler; when he walks, the thick padding between his legs makes him waddle. When she finally let him leave the breakfast table -- after wiping his face for him, of course -- he crawled to the living room and plunked himself down on his padded bum. He looked around, completely lost, until she handed him his blankie and a storybook.
(Sometimes, she thinks about the days when he used to complain that he was bored. The moment she wasn't doing anything sexual to him, he was ready to be treated like an adult again. She quickly shut that idea down. When she wasn't paying attention to his cock, he was dressed in a babyish T-shirt or a onesie and sat down with a storybook or toys. She used to keep him in locking mittens to help him behave, but there's no longer any need for that. He doesn't try to disobey any more. He'll settle quite happily with whatever she gives him.)
They're still in the living room. It's now afternoon and the little one looks sleepy. He's squirming a little, shifting his weight in his diaper. She wonders if it will be time to put him down for a nap soon.
Daniel has the puppy trapped between his legs. The puppy is grumbling, but he knows better than to try push Daniel away. He can't take his eyes off the little one. The moment the little one sees the puppy staring at him, he freezes and hides behind his blankie again. She sighs.
"Dan?" she says. "Just let him go. He'll explore and get over his curiosity eventually, and besides, it will be good for the little one to stop pretending that no one can see that he's in a diaper."
The little boy squeaks and presses his blankie into his face. Daniel considers her words, then nods. "You're right," he says. He releases the puppy's collar and pushes his back between his shoulder blades. "Go on, then."
*
The puppy immediately runs to the little boy and knocks him to the ground. He lies on top of him, his full weight pinning the little boy to the ground. The little one's eyes grow wide and he shoves at the puppy. The puppy growls, impatient, and easily flips the boy over to lie on his stomach. He sits back on the little one's thighs and presses both hands against his diapered bum.
The little boy whimpers. "Please," he says. "Mommy, please, I can't, I can't." His voice is thick with tears and she doesn't quite know why.
"Can't what, sweetheart?" she asks, as the puppy, fascinated, pats the diaper firmly.
The little boy gasps and suddenly, his body freezes, every muscle tense. He shakes his head, mumbling, "No, no, no" and she realises what's happening.
She's made sure to keep her little one drinking water all day. He gets so distracted with his playtime that he forgets to stay hydrated. IT's only responsible for a Mommy to make sure he's constantly drinking from his sippy cup.
She watches, delighted, as the seat of his diaper swells and turns a light yellow. The puppy snatches his hands back, startled, and then starts poking at the diaper again. "It's soggy," he says, and she doesn't even tell him off for talking.
"That's what happens to little boys' diapers," Daniel says. He's leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees, watching this with as much interest as she is. He glances at her and grins wickedly when she sees the expression on her face. "You look entranced," he says.
She blushes, shaking her head. "He's just so adorable."
"He is," Daniel agrees. He raises his voice to call across the room to the puppy, who's now squeezing the crotch of the soggy diaper. "Hey, precious?"
The puppy looks up, head cocked to the side, obediently awaiting instruction. Daniel nods in approval. "I don't feel like taking you out," he says. "Do me a favour and piss down the back of the little one's diaper, okay? Then I'll change him."
She can't hold herself back. She straddles Daniel's lap and kisses him hard. "You're wicked," she says softly. "Absolutely wicked."
Daniel grins and shrugs. He gets his hands in her hair and pulls her close to him. "I'm just practical," he says. "It's easier to change one wet diaper than to change a diaper and take the puppy out. Besides, the pup doesn't seem to be complaining."
She glances over her shoulder at the puppy. He has his cock down the back of the diaper, but it doesn't look like he's peeing. Instead, it just looks like he's rubbing his cock over the little one's ass quite contentedly.
She turns her attention back to Daniel. Once the puppy's had his fill of playtime and has wet the diaper, too, she and Daniel will change the little one together. In the meantime, she wants to ride her husband.
The little one, meanwhile, is face-down on the floor, face buried in his blankie, sobbing his little heart out. She pays no attention as she unzips Daniel's pants and slides her wet cunt down on his cock. Babies cry sometimes. And she thinks she'll be keeping him as a baby for a long, long time. Wet diaper, teary eyes, and a perfect helpless playmate for her puppy. Everyone will be happy.
Well, almost everyone. But babies throw tantrums sometimes, everyone knows that.
This one's for @prettypuppie. I, uh, got a little carried away and this one's long. I hope you don't mind!
A sequel to this story.
*
Her puppy is fascinated with her little boy's diaper.
He won't leave it alone. No matter how many times she shoos him away from her little boy, who's so embarrassed that he won't lift his head from where it's buried in his blankie, he returns to poke and prod at the diaper.
Daniel eventually steps in. He grabs the puppy's collar and hauls him away. "Leave the little one alone," he says sternly. He sits on the couch, still holding the puppy's collar, and pulls the puppy to kneel between his legs. The puppy strains for the little boy, but Daniel's grip is firm. When she makes eye contact with him, he rolls his eyes. "Demanding little brat, isn't he?" he says.
"He's just enthusiastic," she says. "He's curious. He's never seen a little one in a diaper before."
When Daniel had first suggested diapers for their little boy, the idea had intrigued her, especially when she saw how embarrassed he was at the thought of it. She had rolled it around her mind for several weeks, picturing him in one, trying to imagine how it would change their dynamic, wondering what soft and vulnerable places it would expose to her. Finally, a few days ago, she had placed an order for a case of adult baby diapers. They had arrived last night and this morning, she brought one out to show her little boy.
The puppy had still been in his cage, fast asleep and drooling on his teddy bear. The little boy sleeps in bed with her and Daniel most nights. She likes having him beside them while they're having sex. She likes watching him watch them, his eyes wide and his thumb tucked in his mouth. Sometimes he'll be wearing his come-filled little boy underwear; other times, she'll have ignored his cock and he'll have a little stiffy, his erection tenting his underwear.
(She was intrigued by diapers, but she will never tire of dressing her little boy in babyish underwear. Cartoon ponies and rocket ships and elephants. He looks adorable, but what delights her even more is that when he gets hard, it looks absolutely obscene.)
On the nights when she doesn't touch him before she fucks Daniel, he nuzzles up to her when she's done and whines. Sometimes she'll hush him and tell him Mommy's sleeping; other times, when she's feeling more impatient, she'll put him in the cage with the puppy, who's always delighted to have some company to hump. When she's feeling generous, she'll pull his mouth to her breast and let him nurse while he rubs his cock against her leg. Daniel usually helps on those nights, sliding two or sometimes three fingers into the little one's ass, making his eyes fill with tears as he sucks on Mommy's nipple.
*
Daniel still hasn't fucked their little boy. He fucks the puppy often. It's usually fast and intense, every thrust punishingly hard. He always fucks him from behind and he likes to hook two fingers into the puppy's mouth, making him splutter and drool around them. "You needed this, didn't you, boy?" he'll say. "A man to put you in your place."
She gets offended whenever he says something like that, huffs and mutters that she and her strap-on doing a perfectly good job keeping the puppy in his place. Daniel will smile at her winningly, pull out of the puppy and come over to kiss her. Usually, after a few minutes of his attention, she's placated.
Daniel has that way about him. He's charming and charismatic and has a talent for making people want to impress him. Her little boy certainly feels that way. He can still be painfully shy around Daniel sometimes, but she often catches him staring at Daniel with wide eyes. When he's feeling brave, he'll crawl over and curl up at Daniel's side, fingers twisted in Daniel's T-shirt.
The puppy's similar, though he expresses it very differently. He acts out for Daniel's attention. He bites and humps and disobeys basic commands all in hopes that Daniel will rise to the bait. Daniel's punishments are always hard and leave the puppy sobbing for mercy, but she knows that nothing is worse to the puppy than the punishments when Daniel puts him in time out and refuses to even look at him.
She asked him once why he hadn't fucked the little one yet. He shrugged and said the time hadn't been right. She still wonders what he's waiting for, what will make the moment the right one.
*
When she pulled the diaper out this morning, the little one tried to hide under the duvet. He buried himself right down there and Daniel had to haul him out by his armpits. He placed the little one on his back on the bed, shoved his T-shirt up, and blew a raspberry on his tummy. "Don't be a silly boy," he said. "There's no need to throw a tantrum."
The feeling that curled through her stomach as she unfolded the diaper was electric. It somehow felt filthier than anything she'd ever done before. She'd tied boys to St Andrew's crosses and flogged them; she'd fucked boys so hard they cried; she had a puppy and a little boy and made them hump teddy bears and each other regularly.
But somehow, none of that compared to the feeling of a thick, crinkly diaper in her hand.
Daniel helped her manoeuvre the little one so she could put the diaper on. He wasn't fighting, but he was squirming and crying and half-heartedly kicking out with his legs. Daniel caught his ankles in his hands and hefted them above his head, lifting his bum off the bed in the quintessential diapering position. She slid the diaper under his bum and, with Daniel's help, quickly taped it up despite her boy's weak protests. When she saw him lying there, face red and tears steaming down his cheeks, T-shirt hiked up and his whole crotch wrapped in a thick diaper, she couldn't help but sigh in happiness. "Oh, baby boy," she cooed. "What an adorable baby boy."
He hasn't been able to meet anyone's gaze all day. She let him carry his blankie around with him. He doesn't use it often, only when he's feeling very little, so she supposes it's appropriate for today. He spends a lot of time hiding behind it, barely nodding or shaking his head when she or Daniel ask him a question. She's mostly left him alone to adjust. She changed his T-shirt, squeezed the crotch of his diaper, and kissed his forehead. "Mommy's so proud of you," she whispered, and has given him a bit of space since then.
The puppy, however, has not left him alone.
The moment he was out of his cage this morning, he knew something was different. It took him a moment to work it out, but the moment his gaze fell on the little boy, his eyes lit up and he scurried over. He was instantly in the little one's space, pressing into him, knocking him down, lying on top of him and trapping him. Daniel laughed when he saw. "Oh, the puppy wants to play," he said, but he pulled him off the little boy. "Give him some space," he said.
The puppy, of course, didn't listen. All throughout breakfast, he snuck sideways glances at the diaper. He kept reaching out to touch it and the little boy would slap his hand away. The puppy would snatch his hand back, growling, but a minute later, would be reaching for it again. By the time breakfast was finished, the little one was in tears.
It's as though wearing a diaper is making him feeling even more little than he usually does. She's been watching him with fascination all day. He's always little -- he knows better than to try acting like a grown up in front of her -- but it's intense today. His emotions are closer to the surface. He's acting clumsier, like an actual toddler; when he walks, the thick padding between his legs makes him waddle. When she finally let him leave the breakfast table -- after wiping his face for him, of course -- he crawled to the living room and plunked himself down on his padded bum. He looked around, completely lost, until she handed him his blankie and a storybook.
(Sometimes, she thinks about the days when he used to complain that he was bored. The moment she wasn't doing anything sexual to him, he was ready to be treated like an adult again. She quickly shut that idea down. When she wasn't paying attention to his cock, he was dressed in a babyish T-shirt or a onesie and sat down with a storybook or toys. She used to keep him in locking mittens to help him behave, but there's no longer any need for that. He doesn't try to disobey any more. He'll settle quite happily with whatever she gives him.)
They're still in the living room. It's now afternoon and the little one looks sleepy. He's squirming a little, shifting his weight in his diaper. She wonders if it will be time to put him down for a nap soon.
Daniel has the puppy trapped between his legs. The puppy is grumbling, but he knows better than to try push Daniel away. He can't take his eyes off the little one. The moment the little one sees the puppy staring at him, he freezes and hides behind his blankie again. She sighs.
"Dan?" she says. "Just let him go. He'll explore and get over his curiosity eventually, and besides, it will be good for the little one to stop pretending that no one can see that he's in a diaper."
The little boy squeaks and presses his blankie into his face. Daniel considers her words, then nods. "You're right," he says. He releases the puppy's collar and pushes his back between his shoulder blades. "Go on, then."
*
The puppy immediately runs to the little boy and knocks him to the ground. He lies on top of him, his full weight pinning the little boy to the ground. The little one's eyes grow wide and he shoves at the puppy. The puppy growls, impatient, and easily flips the boy over to lie on his stomach. He sits back on the little one's thighs and presses both hands against his diapered bum.
The little boy whimpers. "Please," he says. "Mommy, please, I can't, I can't." His voice is thick with tears and she doesn't quite know why.
"Can't what, sweetheart?" she asks, as the puppy, fascinated, pats the diaper firmly.
The little boy gasps and suddenly, his body freezes, every muscle tense. He shakes his head, mumbling, "No, no, no" and she realises what's happening.
She's made sure to keep her little one drinking water all day. He gets so distracted with his playtime that he forgets to stay hydrated. IT's only responsible for a Mommy to make sure he's constantly drinking from his sippy cup.
She watches, delighted, as the seat of his diaper swells and turns a light yellow. The puppy snatches his hands back, startled, and then starts poking at the diaper again. "It's soggy," he says, and she doesn't even tell him off for talking.
"That's what happens to little boys' diapers," Daniel says. He's leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees, watching this with as much interest as she is. He glances at her and grins wickedly when she sees the expression on her face. "You look entranced," he says.
She blushes, shaking her head. "He's just so adorable."
"He is," Daniel agrees. He raises his voice to call across the room to the puppy, who's now squeezing the crotch of the soggy diaper. "Hey, precious?"
The puppy looks up, head cocked to the side, obediently awaiting instruction. Daniel nods in approval. "I don't feel like taking you out," he says. "Do me a favour and piss down the back of the little one's diaper, okay? Then I'll change him."
She can't hold herself back. She straddles Daniel's lap and kisses him hard. "You're wicked," she says softly. "Absolutely wicked."
Daniel grins and shrugs. He gets his hands in her hair and pulls her close to him. "I'm just practical," he says. "It's easier to change one wet diaper than to change a diaper and take the puppy out. Besides, the pup doesn't seem to be complaining."
She glances over her shoulder at the puppy. He has his cock down the back of the diaper, but it doesn't look like he's peeing. Instead, it just looks like he's rubbing his cock over the little one's ass quite contentedly.
She turns her attention back to Daniel. Once the puppy's had his fill of playtime and has wet the diaper, too, she and Daniel will change the little one together. In the meantime, she wants to ride her husband.
The little one, meanwhile, is face-down on the floor, face buried in his blankie, sobbing his little heart out. She pays no attention as she unzips Daniel's pants and slides her wet cunt down on his cock. Babies cry sometimes. And she thinks she'll be keeping him as a baby for a long, long time. Wet diaper, teary eyes, and a perfect helpless playmate for her puppy. Everyone will be happy.
Well, almost everyone. But babies throw tantrums sometimes, everyone knows that.
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