Dress up!

The baby blue diaper had little rainbows and kiss marks on it, almost a parody of children's designs, but on the interior it had a small yet noticable butt plug on it. Reaching into her foreskin, she squeezes out some pre-cum before liberally applying it all over the protrusion. You blush as you see it, knowing where it's going to do, and as your eyes meet her's, she gives an almost comforting smile...

She casually grabs both your ankles with one hand and lifts your butt up before placing the diaper underneath and dropping your soft butt onto the slick plug. Your eyes widen to this alien sensation as the buttplug fills you in without hurting you, a perfect fit!

Misha claps as you let out a groan, "See baby, that wasn't so bad!", she straps on the rest of the diaper, and as she does, you realize... It's REALLY thick. Well, it's fine, but just as you're about to sit up, thinking it's done, Misha pulls your shirt off over your head and pushes your chest back down.

"Uh~ Uh~ Uh~ Not yet~" she says as she pulls out a pair of thick mittens for your hands, gently putting them on before strapping them in place. Then pinching your nipples, she pulls you up to sitting position, "Say yippee!" she says while putting her hands over her head. "Yippee?...!" She slips a pink shirt over you and pulls down, the fabric is really soft yet heavy, and almost caresses your nipples just by being on you.

You let out a slight moan, just as Misha slips something else over your head, a baby bonnet! Silky and obstructive, she ties the knot under your chin while humming to herself~

"Oh I almost forgot!", She says before pushing you back down, and lifting up on of your feet, "Aww~ such widdle toesie woesies~" kissing and sucking your toes, and giving it a soft hug in her boobage, right before slipping on a particularly unyieldy bootie, and then repeating the same for your other foot!

You realize now that you're practically helpless with what she made you wear, your movements would be almost no different from an infant... Feeling so helpless, you sit up and look up to your hulking maternal mistress, and raise your hands up to her as if asking for a hug, "Mama!"