Feeling the soft hand firmly pressing itself between my legs I knew exactly what was happening before a word was said.

“Little boy, your diaper is soaked. I feel like I just changed you.” More embarrassing words had never been uttered by a more beautiful voice before.

“I know mommy. But you gave me soo many bottles.” I was trying my best to defend my soggy state but I knew it was pointless.

“Mmmm. Is that why? Or is it because you’re a little baby who can’t control your potties? Because I don’t think other boys your age have a problem keeping their pants dry.” She was being merciless with her teasing, knowing just how much I loved the embarrassment.

Of course it was working like a charm. My face was redder than Elmo’s at this point but deep down I was hoping she wouldn’t relent.

“I think you have a little room left before we need to worry about leaks so why don’t you join mommy on the couch and I’ll give you some nursies?”

Not wanting to hesitate I quickly got up from the floor where I was building a lego and waddled to the couch. Resting myself in mommy’s sweet lap. She was already sitting there, her top off and one boob pulled out from her bra signifying that was the one she wanted me to latch onto.

I immediately pressed my mouth to her, taking her nipple in between my lips I began to gently suckle making sure to avoid using my teeth. As I latched on I could feel her arms move around me. One going around my head, she rested her hand on my back to help press me close to her chest. The other hand moved more freely. It started at my head. Her fingers combing gently through my hair sent goosebumps of pleasure down my back. Eventually she slipped her hand down to my soggy diaper. Gently rubbing the front, applying just the right amount of pressure. Enough so I could feel her presence but not enough to turn me on.

Rubbing she whispered in my ear. “You’re such a soggy baby. But that’s exactly how mommy wants you. You know that right? I want your diapers to always be a little wet just as a reminder to yourself why you need them. Little baby’s like you need their thick diapers. And they also need loving mommy’s to change them, because you’re just too little to be changing yourself.”

Every word was more perfect than the last. She knew exactly what to say and how to say it. I had completely melted at this point. I was putty in her hands and we both knew it.

After 20 or so minutes of blissful nursing mommy spoke up once again. “Okay baby, that’s enough suckling! Let’s get you changed, come on.”

Taking me by the hand we went back to the bedroom. It was set up like a normal couple’s room except in one corner was an oversized changing table with stacks of adult diapers underneath it. I waddled over and helped myself onto the mat that rest on top of the changing table.

Mommy didn’t hesitate either. She took the chest strap that was freely hanging and buckled me in. Still in preparation phase she pulled out a large green pacifier and my favorite stuffed animal, an otter. Slipping the pacifier between my lips where her nipple had just been she followed with a kiss on the forehead. “Now stay still and hold Ollie while I put you in a fresh diaper cutie.”

All I could do is nod my head as I took the stuffed animal from her and watched as she got to work with the task at hand. Slowly she unfastened the four tapes that were holding the soggy diaper against my body. Pealing back the front she let out a playful gasp. “My goodness! What a soggy boy you are!” She never missed an opportunity to tease me.

Taking a wipe from the container that sat on top of the table she began gently wiping my crotch and boy parts as she has so many times before. And just like every time the gentle wiping awoke my sleeping member, causing me to get half erect. A subtle giggle came from mommy’s direction but she kept on with the task at hand. Lifting my legs she took a new wipe and cleaned my bottom. Pulling the wet diaper from underneath me before setting my legs back down.

Reaching underneath the table she retrieved one of the many diapers that were waiting to be used. This particular one was covered in dinosaurs. She unfolded it and fluffed the sides before lifting my legs once more to slide the new diaper underneath. Next she reached for the baby lotion. Squirting two big pumps into one hand she wiped the smallest amount on my neck so I couldn’t escape the sweet heavenly smell. Taking the rest she gently rubbed it along my inner thighs and bottom before getting some more. Now that my key areas had been lotioned though a slight grin grew across her face. Mommy took my semi hard penis and began slowly stroking it with her hand cooing as she did. “Mmm. Does my special boy want a little special time with mommy?” She asked.

Nodding my head eagerly was all I could muster with the large pacifier in my mouth. As she continued she picked up speed making me squirm with excitement. “That’s it baby. Make cummies for mommy like a good boy.” She instructed as she continued to stroke me.

With a soft moan I laidback in ecstasy. The pressure was building quickly and I knew it wouldn’t be long until I was finishing. “I’m going to cum.” I tried to say, but it came out as mumbles due to the pacifier.

“That’s it baby. Do it. Cum for mommy. You have my permission.” She encouraged me, eager for her hard work to pay off. And it did. Rolling my eyes back my legs shook as I shot my sticky load onto my chest before the rest ran down my shaft. “Goooood booooy.” She praised me.

Grabbing a fresh wipe mommy cleaned her hands before cleaning the cum off me. Then like nothing happened she went back to finishing the diaper change. Grabbing the baby powder she generously dusted my front and back. Giving off the appearance of a fresh mornings snow across my waist and crotch. She then took the front of the diaper and pulled it up between my legs, making sure my hose was pointed down she counted as she secured the tapes. “One tape, two tapes, three tapes. And what’s next baby? That’s right! Four tapes.” And with that the job was done, for now at least. I was in a fresh, new diaper, thirsty for me to wet it.

Unbuckling the strap mommy helped me to my feet. My pacifier remained in my mouth and my stuffed otter still in hand. A firm couple of pats to my freshly diapered bottom served as the sign that she was satisfied with her handy work. “Okay baby, why don’t you go back to your Lego set while I make lunch. And be sure to leave that paci in! I don’t want you choking on any of those small pieces.”

(Edited a couple typos. Sorry if I missed some others.)