Crawling Back (Patreon)

Nadia took a sip of her pinot noir, sinking deeper into the soothing bubbles that made up her bath. The young woman had decided to treat herself tonight with an expensive bottle of wine, a good book, and a new bath bomb she had picked up from Lush the other day. She hadn't had a chance to relax like this in a long time. She was usually running around the home picking up toys, putting an end to tantrums, and checking for any dirty diapers.

Nadia didn't have any children, but that was the average routine of looking after her boyfriend Chris. At least, it had been ever since the two slept together for the first time. Nadia chuckled to herself at just the thought of having sex with Chris - it seemed so foreign. She had just begun to undo his belt buckle when the grown man started writhing around, filling his pants to the brim with his spunk. He hadn't even seen her naked and yet he had blown his lid like a horny teenager.

That's when Nadia decided Chris wasn't boyfriend material. But, the boy was cute and Nadia enjoyed his company so she decided to establish some ground rules. Sex was off-the-table, obviously... for him anyway.

Next, Nadia decided his role in their relationship would transition from being "the man" to being her tiny baby boy. She could remember the disdain on Chris' face clear as day as she removed his cummy jeans and taped an adult diaper over his unimpressive member, never to be touched again except for when it was being wiped off during diaper changes. His immediate complaints were silenced by a large pacifier planted firmly in his mouth.

Most men would have put up more of a fight - denounced their new role and ended the relationship right then and there. But, Chris was no man. He had been completely humiliated and emasculated by Nadia. She had the little wimp in the palm of her hand.

Sure, he whined every day since then that he was a "real man who didn't need diapers" but a simple pat on his padded rear along with a soft retort of "Mommy thinks it's so cute when you act like a big boy" was enough to make him blush.

That was, until today, about six months since he had first been put back in diapers.

Chris begged to stay out past his established bedtime while some of his college friends were in town for the week. Of course, Nadia had said no. Someone of his maturity shouldn't be out late having bottles of beer and talking lewdly about women; they should be tucked in their crib promptly at 7:00 with a warm bottle of milk and reading a fairy tale with Mommy.

Right on cue, the man's little tantrum started. Tears ran down his cheek and spit flew past his pacifier as his stomped his bare feet and pleaded over and over to be allowed to hang out with the big boys, but Nadia forbade it.

That's when Chris had ripped the tapes off his diaper and threw his paci to the ground. It was so manly that Nadia may have swooned if she hadn't been so busy chuckling at his cute little strop. Chris threw on some clothes and marched his way out the door and to the club, openly declaring their arrangement over.

Thus, it was Nadia's first free night without her having to take care of her babified boyfriend. That was the real irony, Nadia thought to herself as she took another carefree sip of her wine. Chris acts like such a victim crying about how I "keep him prisoner" in a jail of wet diapers and naptimes, but I'm looking after him more than any other woman would. I'm doing him a favor and it's going unappreciated. Chris needed Nadia way more than Nadia needed him. And as soon as he came to terms with that, he'd come crawling right back.

As if the world could hear her thoughts, Nadia heard the front door slam shut in that very moment.

The sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs grew closer to the bathroom, continuing to an almost melancholic rhythm. The culprit tried to slink past the open bathroom door unnoticed, presumably to escape to his nursery, but Mommy wasn't born yesterday.

"Where do you think you're going, young man?" Nadia called out from the bathtub.

Chris moped back to the bathroom doorway, tail between his legs like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His face was flushed and he stumbled slightly; Nadia could tell her had been drinking booze, which was against her rules. His baseball cap obscured his face from Nadia entirely as he stared directly at his sneakers, refusing to make direct eye contact with her.

"Do you know what time it is, mister?" Nadia asked sternly.

Chris shook his head, not making a peep.

"Almost 11:00!" Nadia scolded. "Way too late for a boy like you to be out alone. Now, come here."

"I don't hafta listen to you!" Chris stammered drunkenly. "You can't tell me what to do." Nadia shot him a look that immediately made him regret the back talk.

"Oh, you're a big, tough guy now that you stayed out past your bedtime?" Nadia responded. "Tell me, Mr. Tough Guy, would your friends think you were so cool if they saw having an accident in your pants?"

Chris spent a few seconds puzzled until the realization hit him. All the beer had flown right through him and he looked down just in time to view the wet spot expand across the front of his jeans until his piss was leaking down his legs and onto the bathroom floor. Overwhelmed and embarrassed, Chris sobbed standing in his mess. This was the Chris that Nadia knew, not whatever he was trying to pretend to be with his gold chains and his now pee-stained Adidas shoes.

"Come here, honey," Nadia gestured over, now gentle in her approach. "Let Mommy get those icky clothes off of you." Nadia kneeled at the side of the tub and her breasts bounced as she moved, splashing the bath water before landing on the bathtub. Nadia swore the sight of this stifled Chris' sobs slightly as he shuffled his way over to where his Mommy was waiting for him. She grabbed a hold of his jeans and unzipped them revealing his sopping wet briefs with the outline of his erect penis.

"Was this baby's first accident tonight?" Nadia asked, pulling down his briefs as he stepped out one leg at a time.

"Yes..." Chris fibbed.

"Don't lie to Mommy," Nadia called him out immediately.

Tears started to well up until Chris began crying again. He explained what happened like he was explaining to his preschool teacher what happened at recess. "I... I met a g.. girl and I... I wanted to prove to Mommy th.. that I'm a big boy! So, I went to the girls' bathroom with her..."

"Very naughty boy!" Nadia chastised.

"Bu... but, when we got our pants off... we accidentally made a mess on the girl's dress. And she started laughing and suddenly all of the other girls in the bathroom were laughing too!"

"Awwww, poor baby!" Nadia cooed, nestling her crying boyfriend's head on her shoulder. "This is just like Mommy always says..."

"Please don't," Chris meekly begged, sniffling on Nadia's naked body.

"His dick belongs in diapers, not pussy." Nadia reminded him.

Chris continued to cry for another minute as Nadia soothed him by rubbing his back. Despite his wailing, Nadia felt Chris' cock continue to grow along her hip as her naked boobs pressed up against his body for the first time in their relationship. After a moment, Chris broke the silence: "I'm sorry."

It had only been a whisper, but Nadia heard it loud and clear.

"I'm sorry, who?" Nadia probed.

"I'm sorry, Mommy." Chris responded.

"For what?"

"For not listening to Mommy."

"Because?"

"Because Mommy's always right..."

"About what?"

"That I belong in diapers, ok?!" Chris cried out. "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. I need Mommy to put me in diapers because otherwise I'll just embarrass myself trying to cum in a girl. I shouldn't have pretended to be a big boy."

Nadia smirked, relishing in Chris' confession. It was only a matter of time until he realized he was better off being a baby for Mommy. Now, he was hers forever.

"Mommy forgives you," Nadia replied, stepping out of the tub and back into the role she was meant for: the caregiver of her Pampers-filling boyfriend. "Now, hop in the tub so we can clean off your cute little boner," she said, flicking it teasingly. "Then, Mommy will text your new girlfriend so we can pay to get her dress cleaned... off of your credit card, of course. I'm sure she'll be happy to know that our little premature pervert is back in diapies where he belongs. After that, we'll tape you into a fresh diaper and tuck you in your crib for a late bedtime. That sound like a plan?"

Chris hesitated. He knew responding affirmatively meant he will have committed himself to a diapered fate for as long as Nadia remained passionate. But, he knew that Nadia knew the truth. She had known this whole time. He wouldn't make it as an adult. He was just a baby... her baby.

"Yes, Mommy," Chris finally responded.

Nadia grinned. She had always heard that boys came crawling back. But hers would literally be crawling on all fours with his adorable padded tooshie trailing behind.