Teddy Time (Custom Caption)

As Teddy sat and played with his toys, gently sucking his paci, he reflected on his day. He had gotten all his chores done–well, the ones he was still allowed to do for his ‘age’. He spent the whole day crawling around on his hands and knees, wiping the floors with his cleaning mittens and dusting the surfaces he was able to reach while the “Clean up, clean up” song from Barney sang in his ears. When he finished, his Mommy said he did a good job, and that made him happy. It made him even happier when she said he did such a good job that he earned himself some play time.

‘Play time’.

Those words used to mean different things a while back. It used to mean Xbox games. But eventually Mommy deemed those too violent for someone his ‘age’. It used to mean going out drinking bottle after bottle of beer with his friends, but now he drank from a different type of bottle. It used to mean Play Time with Mommy, back when Mommy still thought it appropriate for him to do those things with her.

Now? Play time meant he got to sit in his crib or playpen. Playing with his stuffies and his ringies and his rattles and–if he was really lucky–his trains.

And as mundane as it sounded, Teddy actually found himself looking forward to it. As his regression progressed he realized his Mommy was right: he didn’t need those scary video games, he didn’t need that yucky alcohol, he didn’t need Mommy’s warm, wet, wonder garden.

He was perfectly fine in his warm, wet diaper that he didn’t even remember when he wetted. He was fine playing with his stacky rings because it was kind of a challenge to do with his mittened hands.

Despite always having a diaper fetish, it hadn’t been fully realized until he met his Mommy. He thought he was fine with sneaking away and putting on a diaper every now and then when she was gone. When he finally got the guts to tell her, he thought she would be gone shortly after.

But she stayed.

She accepted him. She guided him. What he thought was just going to be a now and then thing quickly turned into a forever thing. Her thirst for power and control perfectly coincided with his need for submission and having every. single. part of his life in her hands.

Months ago, despite his fetish, he would have been revolted at the idea of messing himself. But there she was, “I don’t know what kind of baby doesn’t pee AND poop in his diapers”, she’d say.

Now?

He could make pushy in his Pampers without even breaking rhythm from the rattle he was currently shaking. And he did. A big one.

Mommy came in shortly after. She was in the other room putting on her makeup, but Teddy could swear she must have a 6th sense for when he made a boom boom. That, or she just had the sense of smell…

“Hi there, little one!” Mommy said as she entered, and Teddy couldn’t help but drop his toys and immediately make grabby hands under his mittens while he looked up at her. He didn’t realize how infantile it must have looked until he saw her face of pure joy looking down at him like the proudest of mothers.

“Aren’t you just the cutest?!” she cooed as she leaned down to wrap him in her arms and place his head against her breasts.

Teddy nuzzled softly as he sucked his paci and his Mommy rubbed his back. “Are you having fun playing with your toys?” To which Teddy nodded sincerely. “Smells like you made an oopsie. Did you poopsie in your Pampurrs?”

Teddy flushed a bit as he always did, but still held on to Mommy as tightly as she held him back. Her arms around him were more than just tangible. Her embrace at these vulnerable moments let him know that she would embrace all of his vulnerable moments.

“Do you remember how much of a fuss you used to give about those poopy diapers?” she giggled. “And now look at you, I told you it was just something you’d have to get used to…”

Teddy smiled because he knew she was right. She was always right.

“I’m afraid I can’t change you right now though sweetie, I have to finish getting ready” she said.

“Where are you going Mommy?” he asked, speaking up for the first time.

“I’m going out with that guy from work. Remember? I told you about him?”

“Dante?”

“Yes, Dante.” she said, searching his eyes, “Now are you sure you’re still okay with this?”

“Yes.” Teddy said, genuinely.

“You know we might go back to his place and have some ‘play time’ right? The way you and I used to do when you used to be a big boy?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“And you’re okay with that, honey?”

“Yes Mommy,” he said without a hint of trepidation. “I want you to have fun. The same way you let me have fun, even if our versions of ‘fun’ are different now.”

His Mommy beamed, he could swear she looked so happy her eyes were almost misty. “I am so very proud of you, baby,” she said.

“Thank you Mommyyy” he nuzzled.

“I mean it. I love you SO much, and you’re being such a sweet boy about this that I think you deserve another reward!”

He looked up from her breasts. “You mean it, Mommy??”

“Yes sweetheart, you’ve come such a long way, and I think it’s time you get the ‘special’ form of play time we talked about…”

He looked at her for assurance, and then nodded understandingly. He giggled in glee as he released her and got down on his tummy.

“Like this, Mommy?”

“Just like that, baby boy!”

And he started wriggling, looking up at her again for reassurance. She nodded approvingly. He started humping more vigorously while she rubbed and patted his back encouragingly.

“Do you want me to give you some privacy?” she asked, “Or do you want me to stay here?”

“You can stay, Mommy” he grunted.

And she did. She stayed right by his side, like she always would.

Forever.

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This was a Custom Caption for one of my Gold Tier subscribers. It was really fun and easy to write because they gave me SO much to go off of! I'm pretty proud of this one, so I thought I'd share :)