Maintenance 8 - Daria Werbowy

your domme asking you to nap with her but mostly she wants to grope you until she falls asleep

The Diapered Banana Challenge

While I was being changed in the bathroom, I looked over to see a bowl of peeled bananas. These ripe fruits were cut in half and glistening with an unknown liquid. Being the innocent babyboy I was, I meekly asked my Mommy what the bananas were for and she declined to respond. Having no diaper secured around me, I grew anxious as my feverish chilled body demanded warmth. Mommy had me crawl to her on all fours and turn around. I did not know what to expect as I waited for something to happen.

Only moments later, I felt something circling at my rear entrance and then plunging in, I turned around and yelped to find that Mommy was fingering me to ensure I was well lubricated. In a split second, the finger was replaced by a thermometer to measure my fever. Mommy pushed down on my back so my ass was facing up and commented on the excitement between my legs, “Someone is enjoying this, isn’t he?” I couldn’t muster up a response… She quickly picked up a paddle and swatted my ass several times before saying that I would be forced to use my diaper appropriately.

I felt a nudge behind me once again, but this time it was noticeably larger. Looking back, I saw that there was a banana half missing from the bowl, and before I could say no, a felt the fruit slip inside of me as my butt pulled it past my tight hole. I sobbed in protest, “Mommy, I’m a big boy! You can’t make me use diapers!” To which she responded, “You don’t have much of a choice, babyboy. These glycerin coated bananas are going to ensure that you won’t be able to hold your bottom. You’ll prove to Mommy that her babyboy needs to be diapered!” I continued sobbing as I sank deeper into subspace, becoming silent and relaxing my butt to make the process easier. Before I knew it, the process was over, and I knew I had seven banana halves packed into my sore butt. My mommy restrained my ankles and left the room, allowing me some time to process what had just happened.

Upon her return, I felt more pressure… “Baby, you are going to take this plug for me so that I can control when you lose control. We can’t have you give up too quickly or you won’t be able to savor how truly helpless you are!” She pushed the plug home with the palm of her hand and rolled me over and quickly diapered me to ensure that the plug would be held in place. She pulled me up guided me to bed, setting me atop a pile of pillows so that I could indulge myself, gently rubbing myself against it.

I began to lose myself in space again, then a cramp stopped me immediately. Mommy noticed and commented, “Awe baby, that’s the glycerin doing its work in your bottom. It will make you start to push soon enough!” In an incoherent protest, I mumbled into the pillow under my head and resumed humping the stack of pillows as cramp after cramp began to debilitate me. I rolled to my side in defeat and curled into a little ball as I found myself on the edge of releasing, only to be reminded that the plug was holding everything in. I begged, “Mommy please I need to go potty!” The pleads fell on deaf ears as she stared into my eyes, conveying the message that I already knew: I was going to use those diapers…

She reached behind me, her hand caressing my clenched butt before grabbing the base of the plug, pulling it out, and watching my eyes immediately widen in anticipation of what was going to happen. In a kind voice, she cooed, “Use it honey. It will make you feel better.” I told myself I couldn’t give in to my body’s demands and help for what seemed was hours… and then it happened.

In seconds I transformed from an adult wearing a diaper to her babyboy. I tried to hold even as the first half left my bottom, but the rest of the tightly packed bananas filled my diaper as if I were incontinent. The warm mass caressed me and calmed me in a way I wouldn’t have expected. I froze once again before gently humping the pillows again. Mommy let me continue, knowing that having cummies would enforce the events leading up to this moment. I climaxed, immediately became drowsy, and drifted into sleep.

I was Mommy’s babyboy.

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