Miss Mommy Maya 🍼

THIS IS SO COOL AHHH

Been working on a lot of stuff, mainly sprites, mechanics, dialogue, minigames, and lots and LOTS of bug fixing.

As the development goes on, have this (almost 360°) rotating dragon.

Pretty much every sprite and props made by anonymous.
Character: @crinklemommymaya.bsky.social

"Oh, baby… looks like someone’s in a soggy little mess. Don’t worry, Mommy Maya will help you get all nice and used to it."

She's there to make you fit right in with your new home! You wouldn't deny her help, would you?

Also, don't worry about me! We have money set aside; it's supposed to be for housing expenses, but we might have to dip into it for a bit until we actually get our house. I'll try to keep you updated.

If you really want, I have a Ko-fi, and I also have a Bandcamp! 💕

If ya need to chat or reach me, DMs are open, if ya got my TG or Discord ill be on there when I can!

Probably gonna stay quiet until I’m somewhere permanent. I’m between work Wi-Fi and hotel connections, stretching every dollar I can. No one warned me just how expensive the process of buying a house would get >:C

Almost there... hopefully.

Not dead! Just in between living situations! Wanted to keep the house for a surprise but things kinda went wrong and a tree fell on the one we are currently under contract for ^^'

Off Lexapro and on Wellbutrin now, feeling like a zombie this week. :c

My wife is the same way, haha. She goes from being grossed out by it to not caring. She used to be my former mommy! Turns out she didn't like it and was just putting up with it to please me without considering her feelings! But we talked things out once I started noticing things were feeling off. ^^

Similar situation with my wife, she knows I am kinky, however, she knows where my diapers are haha. She is pretty vanilla herself, well at least to my standard haha 😄

Sweetpea, I don’t see the big fuss, you don’t mind waddling around in just a diaper when you're with your little friends. So stop covering it with your hands and help Mommy finish this grocery list. I promise I’ll change you once we get to the car~

Finishing the last of your lipstick, I smile down at you, undo my pants, and let my cock drop right in front of your pretty, painted lips. “Don’t worry, baby~ this is just your special nuk-nuks. Now be a good little thing and take your paci like Mommy said.”

Does your wife not know about any of that stuff? X3

Alt~

Milky 🩵

Oh, sweetheart~ You thought I took you home for sex? How precious. No, no… I saw the desperate way you try to act like a big kid in public. But I knew the truth the moment I laid eyes on you.

You’re not here to be my lover. You’re here to be my baby~

Alts

art by @eviescribbles.bsky.social

*whistles innocently*

I always get along with others. ~ ;3

You’ll both be grinding, rocking, moaning through your gags, sticky and soaked in your pampers while Mommy watches~

Such good babies when you're too tied up to bicker, and too horny to see each other as anything other than friends~

I slide a wand between your thick diapers, then wrap you up tight in rope, tugging every knot until you're snuggled, helpless, and trembling against each other. You might struggle at first, wiggling, whining, but give it a few hours.

Not getting along with another bab? Don’t worry, Mommy knows just how to fix that~ Both of you strapped into tight straightjackets, pacigags locked in, clipped mouth-to-mouth so your cute little faces are squished together in a drooly paci kiss.

I want to see you as nothing but a helpless infantno pride, no independence, not a single trace of adulthood left.

True regression.

I an very mommy brained.

Putting you in diapers isn’t enough. I need to strip you of your mobility, your speech, your ENTIRE sense of self. You’re not an adult now, you’re an infant. Helpless. Dependent. You need Mommy for EVERYTHING, and I love watching you forget how to function without me.

Dark: I strap drunk goggles on you before we go out, watch you stumble, crash into walls, trip on your own feet. You whimper, bruising up so cute, and I just laugh. “They’re such a clumsy baby!” I tell the passersbys, spanking your padded butt. “Watch where you're going!”

No, silly, this is just special tummy time. Sex ed is a much more grown-up topic. Maybe… *maybe* Mommy will teach you the basics during your next diaper change~

Tummy time was different today, strapped snug in your straightjacket, diaper heavy, pressed tummy-down against your favorite plushies. Mommy’s hands gripped your waist and the thick lump beneath, guiding your hips slow, back and forth~

And the crying? Well, babies always cry. Not like you’ll be talking much, not with that paci strapped tight, locked in place, coated with just enough muscle relaxant to keep your tongue limp and drool spilling past the guard.

Darker: Diapers are meant to be used, just like your face is meant to be red, your thighs bruised. That neck? Meant to be squeezed til the grown-up words die in coughs and drool. And the best part? You’ll still kiss Mommy’s feet like the goddess she is.

If babies were meant to walk, they’d keep up when Mommy pulls. But you stumble and that’s fine. I want you crawling. I’ll make sure you never stand again. Try it, and I’ll grind you down harder~