Incestuous ABDL story, with a bit of role reversal with a more dominant baby and sub mom(my), if this gets good reviews I may continue this.
This is kinda a slow burn, and I DO get really into the details, if you don't like it, don't read. I may be writing taboo literary porn, but it should at least be good and well articulated.
Currently wondering whether or not to make baby hung or have a baby sized cock, both would be lovely, but also the idea of a dominant baby with a matching small baby pee pee would be interesting. Also debating making main character a sissy baby, but we'll see. Help a girl out and please post your thoughts and feedback in the comments <3 Thank you!
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Dylan shivered, loud crinkles emanating from his bottom as he spurted his load into his thick, cartoonishly decorated diaper. Sighing, he collapsed forward onto the pillow he had just been vigorously humping, a lacy black piece of cloth held lovingly in his right hand, his left curled up into a babyish fist as he relaxed into a restful nap, sucking on a large pastel blue pacifier as his diapers shifted in his dinosaur onesie, snaps struggling to contain the bulge of his soggy, cum filled padding.
He couldn't exactly pinpoint when it began, but at some point, he had become enamored with the idea of wearing and using diapers. He started with simple adult pharmacy diapers, before eventually starting to amass a collection of thick, very obviously babyish diapers. And along with his new interest, came a fascination with the most prominent caretaking figure in his life, his mom. His beloved mother, so beautiful, more captivating and alluring than any girl his age or otherwise.
He would lay awake at night, afraid to admit what was going through his mind, despite her face appearing in his thoughts every time his hand drifted into his diaper.
Soon, he could deny no more, when one day, in a fit of babyish, heated passion, he crawled his way into her room, looking for what would become his treasure.
He had been hesitant at first, to crawl. It felt like he was trying too hard, that it was stupid. That is until he took that first knee forward. Instantly, his diaper released a low, long crinkle, prompting his 'little guy' to squirm with joy in his padding, as the crawling forced him to become more aware of the thick diaper between his legs, spreading them open and announcing his overwhelming lack of adultness to the world.
Not even a week later, crawling would become part of his routine every chance he got the house to himself and one particular day, his neediness beat out his rationality. Mommy, and her abhorrent "husband" (just a nuisance stealing his mommy's attention), had gone to a wedding, and would be out for 3 days,
His breaths were shaky, his face flushed, as he crawled on all fours into 'mommy's' room. His diaper lovingly released it's rustling under his baby blue onesie, the matching pacifier teasing a taste of mommy in the future as he suckled.
He ignored that man's things, and went straight to her closet, looking through it until he found her wicker laundry basket. Suckling noises filled the air, as he got more and more excited. Soon, he found what he was looking for, and he fished his prize out with a smile. Mommy's black, lacy thong.
He had glimpsed it on accident, some time ago, when his mom had been having a late laundry day, and it had haunted his (wet) dreams ever since.
He held it to his face, taking in the scent of his mom's most intimate area, his head turning to mush as all the blood rushed into his now stiff cock.
He couldn't take any more.
With a rustle, he climbed onto the bed, inhaling her scent as he furiously rubbed the front of his padding. In his state of passion, an idea crept into his mind, and he grabbed onto her pillow, straddling it between his legs as he undid his onesie snaps.
Soon, loud crinkles filled the air, and muffled groans of "Mom" and "Mommy" uttered behind a pacifier could be heard occasionally.
In his mind's eye, it wasn't a pillow he was humping, but rather his beloved mother. Delving into his fantasy more than ever before, he could practically hear her moaning praise into his ear.
"Good boy, look at how wet you've made Mommy!"
"You're just a baby, of course you can't have sex yet, but baby can have humpies instead, can't he?"
"That's it honey, cum right into your thick diapers for mommy!"
Soon, he came, harder than he ever had before, and his groans filled the room, before he stopped. Shame filled his eyes, and yet, the light in his eyes didn't fade, and as he walked back into his room, crinkling filled the hallway as a black piece of cloth hung on his finger. His last thought was, "That's how babies should cum"
Fast forward a year later, and Dylan had now turned into a full fledged humping addicted diaper boy. He could no longer make 'cummies' without his babyish padding, and no woman could enter his thoughts other than his 'mommy'.
As the shame slowly left him, it was replaced by daring instead. When that man was out on his monthly business trips, he would take the opportunity to try and "seduce" his mom in ways only a big baby could do. He would wear diapers throughout the day in the house, ask her occasionally if she had ever wanted more babies. He would request his diaper deliveries to coincide with his alone times with her, secretly hoping and dreading that she might decide to open the box one day. He would leave the papers detailing the orders in places where she might see it, though was much too scared to outwardly tell her.
As he didn't work, (that man rightfully taking care of the mommy and baby of the household) he would spend hours in his room, fantasizing and masturbating in his diapers day and night as he hoped that his mom would come to his room, enquiring about the large box of diapers that had been deposited on their doorstep.
Soon, that wasn't enough however, and as the last bit of shame left him, a new plan formed in his mind, one that would make mommy all his.
On a cold October's night, Jessica returned home after a long day of errands. She parked her car neatly in the garage, taking out groceries for tonight's dinner. Her lovely son, always the apple of her eye, had requested spaghetti and meatballs, one of his favorite meals as a child, and she had lovingly obliged.
She entered the oddly quiet house, and called out, "Dylan? I'm home!"
Soon after, she heard a "Coming mommy!" from his room.
When he first started calling her Mommy again some time ago, she had been taken aback, but he had joked that it was just fun to call her such like when he was younger, and she had slowly grown used to it, though she did worry about how that would affect his relationship with his future wife.
Footsteps echoed from the stairwell as she stretched out, her ample chest practically spilling out of her blouse as she deposited her bags onto the kitchen island.
Staring from the doorway, Dylan took in her beauty almost drunkenly, as he toddled over to her.
He had dressed in his most daring outfit yet for this special night, though admittedly it wouldn't set immediate alarm bells just yet. He had worn some shortalls, with convenient crotch snaps, and his favorite onesie, a blue and yellow one with a giraffe on the butt. His farm-themed diapers crinkled underneath it all
Low rustling accompanied his steps that sent shivers down his spine, as he walked up to Mommy and gave her a tight hug and a kiss, followed with a hearty "I missed you!"
Jess, always the doting mother that she was, accepted the hug and kiss with a lovely smile, before commenting, "You're such a momma's boy you know that?" as she shook her head.
He chuckled, as he said "You have no idea."
He planted his crinkly bottom on his chair, blushing slightly as he began to wet himself just the slightest bit, watching her every movement lovingly.
She took no notice, busying herself in the kitchen as she always loved to do for him, looking up once to say, "That's a fun little outfit! Did you get it recently? Though I do think the colors on that shirt are a little.... immature"
He swung his legs happily, thinking to himself 'Of course Mommy noticed her baby's outfit.'
He replied with a laugh, saying, "That's on purpose! I thought it would be fun to dress like when I was younger to go with my favorite food!"
She shook her head, smiling but accepting the explanation as she began boiling water.
Soon, the kitchen was filled with the scent of tomatoes, beef, herbs, and the sound of laughter as the two talked about the old days, with his diaper getting wetter and thicker by the minute.
Soon, dinner was served, and as she pushed his plate to him and began to take a bite herself, he suddenly pulled out something from his pocket.
It was a baby blue bib, enlarged to fit a grown man, but still obviously styled after a baby bib.
