Fortune Faded

Fortune Faded

“Nuh uh, cutie, eyes up here. It’s not dinner time, is it, mister? Boobies aren’t for fun anymore, are they?”

Ughhh, not this again.

“N-no, Mommy…”

“That’s right, baby boy! And why is that, kiddo? Can you be Mommy’s little smartie?”

“Cause I’m a baby, Mommy.”

Look what she’s reduced you to.

“Good boy! Yes you are! A silly baby with no need for big boy fun! Nope! Poof gone! Isn’t life so much better now that you’re pampered?”

Not in the slightest.

You whimper despite your best efforts.

“What’s that, crinklebutt? Does my little pamper packer miss being a big boy? Well, that’s too bad, honey. Mommy needs a real man—not a pathetic baby who can’t keep his diapie clean!”

You know better than to argue. She’s trained you well.

“S-sorry…”

“I’m not sorry! You’re adorable like this! All desperate for Mommy, but knowing you’ll never, ever get her again. I could just eat you up, baby!”

All you can do is cover your face in shame.

“Awww, where’d my baby go, hmm? Is hims shy now? Is it a bummer only having a soggy diapie to make hims humpy-wumpies in?”

“M-mommyyyy stoppp!”

“Sorry, kiddo, but that’s life! You deserve this. You deserve your warm diaper you can’t keep clean. You deserve never being with a woman ever again.”

“It’s not my fault! I didn’t ask for this!”

“Listen, diaper boy. It doesn’t matter why your diaper is dirty, all that matters is you can’t help but end up with a soggy, mushy diapie between your legs.”

She pats your soggy diaper.

“Mommy could never be with someone like you. You had your chance, tinklepants. It’s over. Your little peepee is as useless as the dirty diapies in your pail.”

“B-but…”

“But…what? What are you not getting, sweetie? Everything happens in your diapie…everything! The only time you get to touch Mommy is when it’s time for nummies, understand?”

“Y-yes, Mommy…”

“You’re so sweet. Now, do you want to make your crinkles or are you going to keep being fussy?”

“Wasn’t fussy!”

“Oh? Wrong answer, kiddo.”

“N-no! Pleaaaase! Mommy I’m sorry!”

“Too late, little one. You can explain your little diapie tent to your babysitter. Mommy has a date. Bye, baby!”