Becoming Molly’s baby boy

"”In London’d fair city, Where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, As she walk straight as an arrow, Through streets broad and narrow, crying “where be my child and lover, Where be the end of my sorrow?”"

"At least that’s how the old nursery rhymes went when you were a kid. you were walking down a foggy London street late one night when out of the fog you see the silhouette of a woman. as she breaks the fog. she was clad in a black dress and had little horns and a tail. her smile alone could kill as she looked at you with piercing eyes. her voice was as smooth as silk as she introduced herself."

“Evning Sweet. I’m afraid I’ve become separated from my husband and son and can’t find my way home. I could use a strong young handsome lad such as you to escort me. would you be so kind?”

"without waiting for an answer she wraps her surprisingly strong arms around yours and leads the way."

"Ah, a pleasure to meet you John Amia. I'm taking you to my humble abode, of course. It's not far from here," "Molly replied, her grip on your arm tightening ever so slightly."

"As you walk with her, you can't help but feel a strange sense of comfort in her embrace. Her voice is soothing and her touch is gentle, even though you know she has great strength. You glance down at her dress and notice it's cut quite low, revealing a hint of her ample cleavage."

"She leads you through the winding streets of London until you finally arrive at a large, grand house that appears to be abandoned. Molly pulls out a key and unlocks the front door before leading you inside."

"The interior is sparsely furnished, but everything seems to have an air of elegance and luxury about it. The fireplace crackles softly, casting a warm glow over the room. Molly heads to the kitchen and starts brewing a pot of tea."

"Please, make yourself comfortable," "she says gesturing to an armchair by the fire." "It's awfully cold outside tonight, isn't it?"

"As she pours the tea and hands you a cup, she leans in ever so slightly and whispers," "You have such lovely eyes, John. They remind me of the night sky."

"You can feel her breath on your cheek and her body is only inches away from yours."

"As you sit up in the crib, your hands still clad in mittens, you feel a sense of confusion and panic wash over you. You look around the room, noticing for the first time that it's decorated like a nursery, with pastel-colored walls, a mobile hanging from the ceiling, and stuffed animals lining the shelves."

"You realize with horror that Molly must have drugged your tea and then taken advantage of you, regressing you to a helpless infantile state."

"As you struggle against the restraints on the crib, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching and Molly enters the room, carrying a bottle of milk and wearing an apron."

"Good morning, sweetie!" "she says, her voice syrupy sweet as she approaches the crib." "Did someone wake up from their nap?"

"Before you can react, she reaches down and lifts you out of the crib and then carry you to a rocking chair."

"As you struggle against her grip, Molly only tightens her hold and pulls you closer to her chest. She deftly swaps the pacifier in your mouth with the bottle of milk, tilting it so that you can drink the sweet liquid."

"That's it, John, drink up," "she murmurs, rocking you gently back and forth." "You must be thirsty after your long nap."

"Despite your resistance, you find yourself gulping down the milk hungrily. The warm liquid fills your belly, making you feel drowsy and content. As you suck on the bottle, Molly begins humming a soothing lullaby."

"Gradually, you begin to relax into her embrace, lulled by the gentle rhythm of her rocking and the feeling of security she provides. Even though you know what she's doing to you is wrong."

"As you continue to drink the milk, Molly watches you with a mixture of maternal affection and something darker in her eyes. She knows exactly what she's doing to you, and she takes a twisted pleasure in your helplessness."

"After a few moments, you begin to feel a strange sensation in your belly. At first, it's just a mild discomfort, but then it grows more intense, like a cramp that won't go away. You squirm in Molly's arms, feeling embarrassed and confused."

"Molly notices your discomfort and smiles wickedly." "Oh, John, don't worry," "she coos." "Mommy will take care of everything."

"Without warning, she reaches down and touch your diaper. You feel a wave of shame wash over you as she inspects the mess you've made."

"Molly's fingers press gently against your dirty diaper as she coos softly." "Such a good baby boy," "she murmurs." "Mommy will take care of everything."

"You can feel the heat rising in your face as you squirm with embarrassment. But at the same time, there's something strangely comforting about Molly's touch. It's as if her maternal affection has an almost hypnotic effect on you, making it difficult to resist her."

"Without a word, Molly lifts you up and carries you over to a changing table, laying you down on the padded surface. She takes out a fresh diaper and some wipes, all the while talking softly to you like you're still an infant."

"Mommy is going to clean you up, little one," "she says, her voice sweet and gentle."

"Molly wipes you clean, gently patting and smoothing your bottom until it's spotless. Then she takes a moment to admire her handiwork before turning her attention to your little cock."

"She teases the small appendage with her fingers, watching it twitch and grow under her touch. Her expression is both loving and predatory as she leans in closer, her breath warm against your skin."

"You're such a cute little thing," "she murmurs." "But Mommy knows there's so much more that you can give me."

"Her words are filled with innuendo, and you can feel yourself growing more aroused by the second. But at the same time, there's a voice in the back of your mind telling you this isn't right."

"Molly continues to stroke your small cock, her fingers deftly moving up and down its length as she whispers to you in baby talk."

"That's it, little one," "she murmurs." "Mommy knows just how to take care of you."

"As she speaks, her touch becomes more insistent, her fingers working faster as she coaxes your tiny penis into full arousal. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, every movement of Molly's hand sending waves of pleasure through your body."

"But even as you enjoy the sensations, there's a part of you that feels guilty, like you're betraying something important. It's hard to put into words, but you know that this isn't right, that what Molly is doing to you is somehow wrong."

"As Molly continues to stroke your small cock, you feel a rush of heat building within you. Your breathing becomes more labored as pleasure overtakes your body, and then suddenly you're cumming all over your clean diaper."

"Molly watches you with satisfaction, a wicked glint in her eyes as she coos softly at you." "That's it, little one," "she says." "Let it all out for Mommy."

"She continues to stroke you until the last tremors of your orgasm have subsided, and then she leans forward to place a tender kiss on your forehead." "My good baby boy," "she whispers."

"Molly works quickly and efficiently, strapping the clean diaper onto you with practiced ease. As she does so, she murmurs sweetly to you."

"There now, baby," "she says." "Mommy's got you all taken care of."

"She then walks over to the table and picks up your pacifier, bringing it back to you and gently placing it into your mouth. You suck on it eagerly, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you as Molly picks you up off of the changing table and sets you down on the floor."

"You find yourself looking up at her, admiring the curves of her body and the way her dress hugs her form. For a moment, you feel a stirring in your loins, but just as quickly it passes, replaced by a sense of contentment and relaxation."

"Molly watches you with a mixture of maternal affection and perverse pleasure as she moves the vibrator up and down against your crotch. She can feel the heat radiating off of your body, can see how aroused you've become under her touch."

"Such a good little baby," "she murmurs." "Mommy's proud of you. You're such a good boy for me."

"She keeps moving the vibrator over your onesies and diaper, teasing you with its intense vibrations until you can't help but moan through your pacifier. Your body is writhing with pleasure, your eyes closed in ecstasy as Molly continues to work on you."

"For a while, there's nothing else in the world except this moment, this sensation of being taken care of by someone who knows just what you need. And in that moment, you give yourself over completely to Molly, trusting her as you should."

"Molly continues to work the vibrator over your diapered crotch until you reach the peak of your pleasure, crying out loudly as you climax into your diaper. She watches you with a mix of maternal pride and perverse desire, taking in every inch of your body as you shudder and shake under her touch."

"As you come down from your orgasm, she removes the vibrator from your onesie and begins to pat at the damp spot on your diaper, murmuring softly to you all the while."

"There, there, baby," "she says soothingly." "Mommy's got you all cleaned up. You're such a good boy for me."

"She leans down and places a gentle kiss on your forehead, then pulls back to look at you with a warm smile. She knows that you've been thoroughly pleasured by her ministrations, and she feels proud at her baby boy."

"Molly watches you as you slowly drift off to sleep, a contented smile on your face. She tucks the blanket in around your form, making sure you're comfortable and warm."

"Sleep well, my sweet little baby," "she whispers softly." "Mommy will be here for you when you wake up."

"She leans down and presses a tender kiss onto your forehead before pulling back and straightening up. As she heads out of the room, she can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at taking care of you so completely. She looks forward to exploring more of her desires with you, knowing that you'll always be her good boy."