lazylittleone44

[lazylittleone44]

i’m right HERE😩😩😩

I love innocent babies who are too shy to ask their mommy for help, stumbling on their words and hiding their faces everytime they want to ask for something naughty. Getting more flustered when their mommy looks them in the eyes and tells them to “use their words”. How could they? They’re just little babies who can’t articulate well, how lucky they are that their mommy knows exactly what they need.

[lazylittleone44]

yes i’d love that so much.

Mom gf this, mom gf that, but, would you like it when I give you a bedtime? Make you eat your veggies? Give you a curfew? Make you some balanced meals? Take you to the park or wherever you wanna go? Hold your hand when we cross the street?

Oh wait, you would definitely like that wouldn’t you?

[lazylittleone44]

NEED #mdlg.

credit to @mamabunnie

Hmmm? What’s that? You’re too embarrassed to go potty on mommy’s lap? You want to get down? No honey, you go potty right here or you don’t go at all, babies do it all the time, and you’re my baby aren’t you?

[lazylittleone44]

PLEASE.

partner who thinks too much 🤝 partner who fucks them until their head is empty

“aww, you don’t have to think when i’m around baby. it’s okay, mommy’s got you. shh-“

“just wanted someone to fuck you dumb? until your only thought is pleasure, hm?”

“it’s okay, darling. mommy will do the thinking for you, you just sit there and look pretty.”

this post is about sapphic sex. minors & men dni.

[lazylittleone44]

please. thats all i want. i need someone to shut my brain off like this.

I looove ppl with praise kinks like god let me praise you when you do something cute,,, let me shut off your brain with compliments and make you desperate for more,,, hang onto my every word and I'll show you how good it feels to be adored

[lazylittleone44]

this got me .. i want this.

The Start of It All

I sat on the floor of my Mommy’s room, legs splayed with a coloring book and some crayons on the floor. Mommy was in the bathroom, standing at her sink and inspecting her reflection in the mirror as she was getting ready for her date. 

This was the first time she was going out, leaving me at home under the care of a mutual friend. When we first started dating, Mommy and I would sleep in her big bed together and go out on dates all the time. But since she started putting me in diapers a few months, I had been relegated to the guest room. 

It had started as something she suggested when the stress from my work started to catch up with me at night. I always struggled to keep my bed dry growing up, and by the time my parents were tired of buying their teenage daughter diapers, I only had accidents when I was feeling really fried.

When I started wetting the bed a few months ago, Mommy suggested that I wear diapers to bed. I was completely against the idea, not wanting to return to the place of self-consciousness and embarrassment at having to wear protection to bed. I tried to argue, but Mommy wasn’t having any of it.

“Pleeeeeaase?” I begged, my voice slipping into more of a whine than I wanted while trying to prove my adulthood. 

“Tell you what, girlie. Starting tomorrow, if you wake up in a wet bed more than twice, I’m putting you in diapers.” Mommy stated calmly, rubbing my thigh to soothe me. I felt my cheeks flush. I knew I would likely fail.

By Tuesday, Mommy came home from work with a pack of diapers under her arm. She hadn’t even taken off her coat or put down her things before I was voicing my displeasure.

“Noooo I don’t need those,” I whined as I followed her around the house. She didn’t acknowledge me, and instead went to the guest room and placed the diapers on the bed. I was on her heels and gave her a questioning look once we were in the room.

“I got a plastic sheet for this bed,” Mommy explained, noting the look of confusion on my face. “I don’t want you ruining my nice mattress, and as a matter of fact, I think your behavior these past few weeks has be convinced this will be for the best.”

“I can’t help it! I just sometime have accidents at night when I feel stressed!” I pleaded, not entirely sure what all of “this” entailed. 

“Sweetie, even when you do keep your bed dry, you act like a toddler most the time. I’ve been thinking about this for a while; your recent nighttime troubles just convinced me this is what you need,” she told me. Her voice was sweet and syrupy, bringing more blood to my face as she led me by the shoulder to the bed. 

“I don’t! I’m an adult and I just am having a rough week!” I protested, trying to keep the whine out of my voice. I tried to struggle against Mommy’s hold on my shoulder, but she tightened her grip when she felt my resistance. 

“Sweetheart, when we are sitting down to dinner and trying to find something on to watch, if I let you pick, where do you always look?” she asked, using both hands to sit me down on the bed.

“Uhm, I don’t know,” I said, not wanting to answer. “You go to Disney+. And, if I’m picking and choose something more grown-up, you get so fussy and complain about how boring it is,” she said as she pushed me back into a lying position on the bed. “If we are having a big dinner that needs cutting up, do you cut it up yourself or ask me to help you?”

I didn’t answer her, choosing to turn my head to the wall and stare it. My thoughts were racing around in my head. I knew that Mommy liked it when I played a little bratty, and it sounds like maybe I played too far into that. I wasn’t a baby though!  

As I turned my head and opened my mouth to say such, a pacifier was slipped past my lips. Without thinking, my mouth started to work the nipple and I felt my heart rate slow a little. 

“See, sweetie? This is for the best,” she said as she moved to undo my jeans. “I know it’s not bedtime yet, though yours will be much earlier than it used to. I think we should start you in diapers at home all the time. I’ve seen your undies when I do our laundry, and you have little pee-pee accidents in them all the time, don’t you?” she asked, tickling my tummy. 

“I don’t wet my pants! Those are just tiny little spots,” I pouted behind my pacifier.

“Anyone who ruins their undies like you do deserves to be in diapers,” she said with a certain finality that I knew I’d have to revisit this in a few days if I wanted to change her mind. Her hands were poised at the top of my jeans, getting ready to unbutton them and take them off. I missed when she opened the package, but a thick, folded diaper lay next to me on the bed, some wipes and powder next to it.

“Please don’t,” I whined through my pacifier, but she ignored me as she pulled my pants down and started getting me into my first diaper in years.

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More to come on this! I have lots of ideas for where I want it to go! [18+ only; minors dni]

[lazylittleone44]

A concept for downgrading a little's wardrobe; they're allowed to wear all of their grown up outfits, undies, and intimates, but only one last time each. Once they've worn it, it gets replaced by something suitably little; outfits to onesies, undies to diapers, and intimates to frilly little diaper covers 💕

[lazylittleone44]

Taking away all of your choices slowly at first. Piece by piece. Until you don’t even realize why you’re standing in front of mommy in a diaper and oversized t-shirt, asking politely if you can make stinkies for her.

[lazylittleone44]

the sleepy diapey check omg need

thinking about how diaper checks sit at the exact intersection of tenderness and humiliation that drives me wild like... having your dom put you in a diaper and then check it whenever they like bc of course you're too helpless to be able to tell when you've wet so much you'll need a change & besides they just like reminding u that they can ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ

i mean,, soft sleepy diaper checks in bed when it's still a bit dark and so cosy and being woken up by their hand just reaching in to check how much you've wet through the night and then gently patting ur crotch afterwards as they cuddle u real tight, just making sure you'll last til morning

and public diaper checks when you're out and about and they wait for a moment when there's nobody close to you, and demand to check you right there, just to make sure you're not about to leak bc wouldn't that be so much more embarrassing? ;;

could probably write a whole essay on this but ahhh just... good content all round ♡(⺣◡⺣)♡

[lazylittleone44]

💖 Strict mommy 🤨

“Bedtime is 8pm tonight, kiddo. You’ve been driving me up the wall all day.”

“Mommy only says something once. Now Mr. Paddle will have to explain it, hm?”

“No, naughty ones don’t get changed before naps, do they? Now mommy is going to close the door, mush tush. It reeks!”

[lazylittleone44]

okay .. just put me in my place already.😩

#mdlg

Giving you something for your upset tummy and holding you in a vice-grip in my lap until all those icky feelings push their way into your diaper.

"That's it, little stinker, hm? Just let it all out. Mommy's here."

[lazylittleone44]

yes please.

We all have seen the posts about letting go and being horny or clingy. But when I force you to regress, I want you to be unable to control all your emotions because that's what babies do.

Get sad and cry because you didn't make it to the toilet on time. So I can pick you up and console you

Get happy when giggling while playing with your toys. So I can reassure you and pat you on the butt.

Get mad when I won't let you have your buzzy wand. So I can put you in your place.

Get confused at the mixed feelings of being an adult and acting like a child. So I can take advantage of you.

Get enamored when I read you a story and put you to bed. Because I am enamored too.

[lazylittleone44]

Imagine having a caregiver who wakes you up in the morning with back rubs, butt pats, and head scratches. Imagine them gently cooing at you while you’re acting like a groggy baby, laying there in a soaking wet diaper that proves you’re nothing more than a helpless infant. Your caregiver lets you get all your whines out about how you don’t want to get out of bed, how you need five more minutes, and they just smile at you while listening, giving you the space to pout and fuss while still gently making sure you get up on time to have a productive day.

Imagine your caregiver hand-delivering breakfast to you first thing in the morning after you finally get out of bed, and agreeing that today is a day where you get to be a passenger princess, having them drive you around everywhere you need to go while you jam to your favorite tunes in the car. Your caregiver loves you and coddles you and ensures you meet all your big kid responsibilities, while still finding plenty of opportunities to embarrass you and keep you in your place, right where you so desperately desire to be.

They let you out of your diaper when you get scared of people finding out you wear them, and then puts you right back in them the moment you decide ever being out of them was a mistake, because you both know how much you love and need them. And when it comes time for nigh nighs, they give you a bath, wash your delicate little hair, and read you a bedtime story before kissing you goodnight and tucking you in. That’s what you need, isn’t it? To be their good little kiddo, always and forever, even when you have busy big kid days. To know that even when you’re wearing a mask for the rest of the world, your caregiver sees you for who you really are, and loves you for you, no matter what.

[lazylittleone44]

Totally don't wanna look down as I tell a grownup I need to "peepee in my diapey" 👉👈

[lazylittleone44]

Baby regression 🍼

- sleepy Whining and eye rubs

- sleeping on your tummy or curled up in a ball

- drinking from a bottle!!

{especially if your not holding it}

- being held!!

- being cradled and bounced!!!

- nonsense coos and babbling

- fussing and clinging to your caregiver <33

- Always wanting a little nap

i love babyspace, it’s where i usually regress too

[lazylittleone44]

AHHHHH JUST BABY THE FUCK OUT OF ME.

i like my women talkative. please, talk me through it. make my cheeks bright red from your words.

“fuck. so hungry… you’re practically swallowing my fingers baby. you’ve been aching for it, haven’t you?”

“aww, does someone like mommy’s chest? mmh, that’s right honey, i’m all yours. put your adorable little face between my tits all you want.”

“can you hold my free hand? oh my poor baby… of course. such a nice way of asking. such good manners. my polite girl, mommy loves you so much.”

“your face is buried in my chest but it still can’t quiet you down. ohh such a loud, messy girl you are…”

“looks like you’re enjoying yourself a little too much, considering how you can’t even hold your hips in place. oh sweetie, yes… i can tell. i can tell it feels good.”

“so cute. maybe even cuter cumming for mommy, hmm? go ahead, my girl. let it all out. cum for me.”

oh please. PLEASEEE.

[lazylittleone44]

Reblog this if you're looking to make more friends in the abdl space and are open to talking! 🤍🩵🩷

I get really nervous about messaging people cause I follow cool blogs but idk if I can like message you to be friends 💖💖