“And that class is today’s lessons on the fundamentals of geothermal magnetism. Optional course work will be posted on my site. Quiz will be next Monday and there will be NO retakes.” The instructor's words jolted you out of your dissociative daydreaming. Blinking a few times you looked down at your papers with your yellow furred paw tightly gripping a pencil with what resembled some half-assed notes scrawled on the first few pages of your notebook. It became quite obvious that staying up until 3am last night was not the smartest of your choices. The noise of chairs and footsteps sliding and stamping along out of the classroom became your wake-up alarm of sorts as you rose from your seat in a dazed foggy headspace with your bookbag sloppily draped off one of your shoulders, far too out of it even care that one of your lop-ears were being snagged by one of the loops. It had been the end of class for the day so you trudged along out of the campus, stopping by a vending machine to drop what little amount of spending money you had on some caffeinated blend of apple juice and carrot puree. The unnaturally sweet juice tasted like the nectar of the gods to your sleep deprived self as that spark of life twinkled in your baggy eyes while you made your way over to the bus stop on the way back to your dorm. An hour or so had passed along your trip back home to of no event, having the route memorized by now you managed to request a stop in time and make your way up to your dorm room, the caffeine rush earlier having well since faded as that post-rush lethargy begins to creep up on you. Reaching into your pockets you grabbed your room key and made your way inside the cramped space economical dorm. As you entered the dimly lit abode, you quickly made your way over to open the singular window in hopes to purge the room of its stale stuffy air. Cracking it open, you felt the cool breeze flick against your yellow and white bunny fur as you peered out into the cityscape to watch the sun crest over the roofs of the buildings as it began to set. It certainly wasn’t the best view in the world, but you relished in the fact you had this essentially retrofitted storage closet all to yourself. Setting your backpack down and emptying your pockets onto your cot your made you way over to your stove, twisting the knob to it on as the low hum of an electric current filled the heating element. “Looks like ramen again tonight… god I need to find a side gig…” you mutter to yourself as you fill a tea kettle with tap water before turning your attention to the cramped space on your counter. Fetching a bowl from your cupboard, you crack open the wrapping for your noodles and prepare it with the scant offering of dehydrated vegetable bits that came with the package. While leaning up against the counter waiting on your water to boil you hear a notification ping coming from your smartphone. Curious, and with time to spare you saunter off to fetch your device and check your messages. It was a twitter notification from a maternal kinkster you’ve fallen quite hard for, though you had always considered her far too out of your league to even approach. Leaning back up against the counter your eyes glossed over the message as you started reading. [Annabelle “Mama Belle” @pastelacorns * 3m ago] “Oh my sweet darlings… I need all your thoughts and prayers tonight. My sweet little hun decided he had enough of mama and up and left me! I’ll need a few days to process this all, but I guess that means I’m single again. I’ll have my DM’s open until tomorrow. “ Before you could even dwell on the message, the hiss of the kettle grabbed your attention. Taking it to the stove you poured the simmering water into your instant noodles and sat down as you stared at the steaming foodstuffs while you mulled over what you had just read. “To think… nah there’s no way she’d take a nobody like me… but I mean… ah to hell with it, not like I’m doing anything right now.” You debated with yourself over if you should even attempt to message her, but figured the worst she could say is no or just ghost you entirely. Working up your courage you tapped the send message button on her profile and quickly tapped away on your screen, desperately hoping you would be the one. “Hi Miss Belle, I’m sorry to hear about your little leaving you. I couldn’t imagine what that must feel like to put all that time and care into someone just to have them abandon you. I’m a far cry from a qualified little and I’m sure many more suitable ones will come your way, but even if you’re not interested in having me as a little of yours – perhaps you would be open to the possibility of a new found friend? I hope this reaches you well, wishing you nothing but the best.” With a hesitant breath you push send, notice it’s been delivered, and go back to finishing your dinner before going through the motions of getting ready for bed. With everything tended to, you roll over into your bed, hugging a soft stuffed carrot to your chest as you curl up in your adorable baby blue pajamas dotted with a pattern of sheep jumping over fences, an orange colored pacifier snugly in your maw as you pull the covers over yourself and soothe yourself to sleep. While a constant supply of diapers and more pricey little goods were outside your means, you could still indulge yourself with the essentials, your emotional anchor in this turbulent world. The next morning had come, a relaxing Saturday where you had plans of meeting up with some of your friends to hang out in the local park. The sun beamed down through the window as its rays danced across your face and the ambience of the city’s noises began to fill your room as all the stimuli stirred you awake from your sleep. Checking your phone you noticed you had [New Message] pinned in your notifications. How odd you thought, given most if not all of your friends communiticated through other apps besides twitter. Taking a minute to reconsider, you bolted straight up as the realization it was from Miss Belle hit you. Quickly you unlocked your phone and tapped the notification, practically swaying back and forth in anticipation for the message to load over your dorm’s shitty public wifi. “Hi hun…” the message started. “Thank you for reaching out to me to not only offer yourself as a little, but also for those words of reassurance and the offering to hit it off as just friends. The simple fact you were willing to treat me like a real person and not a walking kink fulfillment is depressingly far too rare.” Reading over the message you clutched the phone to your chest and wiggled with glee, ecstatic knowing you not only had your message been read, but that it resonated with her as well. Scrolling down you found a follow-up message that was only ten minutes old. “Oh, I had just checked your profile and it seems you’re roughly a 30 minute drive away. I’d love to get to meet you in person. Perhaps you know a local cafe or coffee shop we could meet up at? Hope to hear from you soon.” Not wanting to let this opportunity go to waste, you quickly looked at your local maps on your phone and found a cozy little coffee joint about a mile out from where you were and replied back to her message with the location. After sending it out, you made a hasty message to your friends that you’d be busy. Something suddenly came up and you had to visit someone. While mildly annoyed, your friends were appreciative that you had at least let them know. Slipping into your casual weekend wear, you cram a slice of stale bread down your throat before hurriedly making your way out of the dorm and onto your mile long walk to your meetup. About three quarters of the way there your phone buzzed, taking a moment at a stoplight you took out your phone to read. “Hun? Did I arrive at the wrong location? I just got seated so please do tell me before I place an order.” Startled you typed back with shaky paws ``No you’re at the right place! My apologies Miss Belle, I’m stuck in traffic. I shouldn’t be more than 10 minutes.” You finish as the crosswalk lights up, scurrying along as fast as you can as you sprint your way to the cafe. Turning the corner the cafe comes into view as you make out the silhouette of a particularly shapely looking chipmunk. Her auburn red fur was unmistakable as she sat at the table looking off into the distance with a bored expression plain as day across her face. Slowing down to catch your breath as you approach the cafe, you walk over to the open-air seating and pull out the other chair. “Miss Annabelle? '' you ask before sitting down. “Oh, it’s good to see you darling! Come! Sit down, catch your breath. I just sent the watier away so you’ve got some time.” She said with a warm endearing smile and an adorable southern belle country accent. “Goodness hun, you sound out of breath. I know you said traffic, but don’t tell me you walked all the way here?” she pried at you, the exhaustion and heaving coming from you plain as day. Sitting down with a sigh of exasperation you make an embarrassed blush and admit that ran the entire way there. Resting her cheek in her paw she gave you a belittling “Aww… you should’ve told me sugar. Could’ve paid for a ride share up here for you.” With her paw out stretched she gently nudged the side of your cheek with her thumb. “Silly boy… but I’m humbled you made the effort.” she mused as she returned to her normal seating position, the touch and affections making your little cotton tail flick back and forth as a soft pink blush pooled in your cheeks. “T-thank you for your patience Miss B-” she cut you off “Oh please sweetums, just call me Mama or Mommy. We may not be official, but a little should know their place around any big.” she said as she leaned her elbows on the table looking you deep in the ears with a wry smug grin, reveling in how she made you squirm. “Y-yes Mama…” you said in a sheepish embarrassedly hushed tone. “Good boy~” answered Belle with a cheerful smile. Eventually a waiter came to the table to take the orders from the two of you. Annabelle ordered a hazelnut latte and a side of scones. Being a bit strapped on cash you had simply requested a glass of water, such a request made Annabelle furl her brows. “Come now sweetums, you can’t just oder water. I’ll order hot cocoa for you.” The waiter scribbled down the order and went off about his business as you sat there with an ashamed look, feeling ever so pitiful that you couldn’t even afford your own drinks. “S-sorry Mi- Mama…” you whined softly as you splayed your floppy lop ears back. “Come here… lean your head forward for me.” she instructed. You followed without question, leaning your head forward as you closed your eyes only to be met with Annabelle’s paw wrapping itself behind your head, gently rubbing up and down your neck as she leaned in and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “Don’t you worry about it sugar. Mama’s gotta take care of her boys afterall.” After a while, your drinks came and the two of you enjoyed your drinks with a side of delectable powdered scones. “Thank you for the coco mama.” you thanked as you daintily sipped on your hot coco. The rich chocolatey taste mixed with a thick cream was nothing like the powdered mix you’d make for yourself and made you all the more thankful for Annabelle’s generosity. “You’re welcome sweetie. So tell me hun, what all do you do?” She asked as she took a few sips from her latte and nibbled on a scone. “Well, I'm going to college right now. I’m studying into a STEM degree, on my second year right now.” You answered. “Do you work?” Such a pointed question made you tense up. With guilt lining your voice you eked out. “Eh… afraid nott, I’m getting by on grant money right now but I’m stretched pretty thin.” Satisfied with your honesty she told you. “Aww poor boy, well consider today my treat. Something tells me you’re not exactly feeding yourself well.” she remarked as she slid the remaining half of her scones to you. “I mean… ramen counts, no?” She folded her arms and gave you a cross look. “I’m giving you a spank for that next time we meet.” “Eep!” you yipped as the both of you had a good laugh. As the two of you finished up, Annabelle made sure to pay both parts of the bill. Stepping out of the chair she made her way out of the cafe and waited for you. “Come on little bunbun, mama’s gonna drive you back home this time. I’d imagine your little feeties are all sorts of sore after running all the way here.” Such an offer couldn’t help but make you grin as your little bushy tail flicked to and fro. “You really don’t have to Mama r-” With a gentle smile she hushed you with but a single paw digit pressed against your snout. “Mama insists~ you wouldn’t backtalk your mama would you?” With wide eyes and an embarrassed huff you replied.“N-no… I’ll give you drections back.” “Good boy.” she said as she took your paw into her own and walked off with you to her car. The ride home was ultimately uneventful, filled with bits of small talk as the two of you exchanged pleasantries and you talked about your school life. As the two of you pulled up into the lot, you got out and ran around to her side and gave her a heartfelt hug. Returning the hug she ran her paws down your back and pulled you close, pressing your face into her bosom. “You’ll let mama walk you up won’t you?” she asked. Silently you nodded against her and stood back up from the hug, taking her up with you to your room. “Well here we are…” you said as you opened your room. “It’s not much I’ll admit, but it’s home.” you continued with a nervous chuckle. “I’ll say… I’ve seen better living conditions in halfway homes.” she commented as she took in the barren state of your room. “At least you know how to keep the place tidy.” she mused. With one last hug she wrapped her arms around you and pulled you tight and gave you a kiss on your cheek. You clung tight to her and melted into the hug as you closed your arms, such warmth and tender affection being cherished like water in a desert. The two of you stood there hugging and simply enjoying each other's embrace for a few moments before letting go. “Aww~ someone really needed that huh?” she cooed to you as she ruffled your headfur. Swaying side to side you smiled and nodded happily. “Well run along little bunny, I’ll be in touch. Be good, won’t you?” Eagerly you made your way inside before twirling around with a bright cheerful smile. “Of course!” you replied. With one last hug, Annabelle closed the door for you as she made her way off, the sound of her car crawling out of the lot being the last thing you heard as you sat back down onto your cot melted into your bed. A few hours had passed by with you simply laying in your bed left to your own thoughts, simply enthralled by everything that happened that day. Even if being Annabelle’s little wouldn’t be in the cards, you felt happy to have gotten to know her at the very least. The buzz of your phone one more alert you from your daydreaming stupor. [New Message] Hey sweetums, it’s Mama Belle again. It was a blast getting to meet you. If you’d like to be my little for reals, the offer still stands. Mind you, I do have some terms and boundaries for being my little so it might be a bit restrictive for your tastes. If that doesn’t bother you however, mama would be happy to have you as my little bunnykins. Without hesitation, you replied with an immediate yes and gave her your contact details on your preferred messenger app and waited with anticipation. On the other end of the screen sat Annabelle with an amused smirk written across her face. “Fufufu~ boy did I luck out with such a cutie. Single, away from any family and friends, and barely enough money to survive. Having him curled around my paw will be nothing but simple, who needs a perfect little one when I could just break him and mold him into my perfect little boy.” Annabelle mused to herself as she sat at her desk with your profile pulled up. With the clack of some keypresses she sent out a message to you letting you know she found you on your app. [New Message][Contact Request] Hi bunny! :) This is Mama Belle. Hope this reaches you well. Quickly you replied back after accepting her request. “Hi Mama! You’ve got the right bunny here! I’m so happy to hear from you again.” “Likewise hun. So now that you’re willing to be my little bunnykins, would you be willing to answer some questions for me?” “Of course! Anything mama.” “Such a good willing boy. If you could help mama out by telling me your various stats such as height and weight, waist size, shoe size, and if my little bunny is circumcised or not.” You have no issue filling in the rest of your stats but have a brief moment of pause when being asked about your circumcision status. “Uh… mama? Why do you wanna know about that?” “Why? Well boys need different kinds of care if they’ve got their acorns out or not. Mama just needs to know so she can give her darling boy the best care she can give~” “Oh, I hadn’t realized.” You answered, reassured by her response. “I’m uncircumcised.” you replied. On the other side of the screen, Annabelle was smirking with an amused grin. “Oh? Uncut? Even better… It's been a while since I’ve practiced on a big boy.” she cooed to herself before replying. “Not to worry hun. Are you able to pull your skin back?” “Yeah. I can pull it all the way back.” “Good good, Mama just wanted to make sure.” “It’ll be about a week before I’ll be ready to have you over, think you can behave and not touch yourself all week?” She added. “Yes Mama! I’ll be a good boy and key my paws to myself.” “Good boy~ Mama’s proud. I’m working on a little care package to send your way, it should be here tomorrow night. Make sure to follow everything to the letter in it.” “Yes Mama! I’ll follow it to the letter!” “Such a good boy, mama’s little angel.” she told you with doting affection. After receiving such doting messages from your Mama you squirmed around in your seat as a blushy melting mess. "Thank you Mama, I'll do my bestest to." "You better, or Mama will make that yellow furred backside of yours beet red. Well, Mama has some things to do before it gets too late so I'll have to let you go for today. Be good little one." After the back and forth exchange you laid out in your bed and swam around in your thoughts about the future in store between you and your new Mama, doing all that you could to push the presence of your throbbing uncut erection out of your mind. Eventually night came, you made yourself what scant scraps you had lying around for dinner, and then you went to bed. A loud knock followed by the thud of a box outside your door woke you from your sleep. Quickly, you opened the door and yoinked the box inside before shutting the door. The packaging on the box looked quite oddly bright and pastel colored. "Happy Acorns Nursery... never heard of a place like this" you trailed on to yourself before cracking the box open. Inside was a piece of paper addressed to you along with an assortment of honey nut cheerios, boxed Mac and cheese, fruit cups, and prepackaged crustless peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. After setting the much needed supply drop into their proper cupboards you flipped open the paper and began to read its contents. “Hello my darling baby boy, it’s Mama Belle. I hope this package reaches you in a decent amount of time. Same day shipping costs a bloody arm haha. Looking at the state you were living in was quite upsetting so I had to do something to put myself at ease until I could get you ready to move in. Inside is some easy to prepare food for my darling little boy. I know it’s not the more gourmet of things but hopefully this’ll tide my little bunnykins over. Make sure to check the little wrapped package if you haven't already. Love Mama~ “ Looking back into the box you saw a bubble wrapped envelope and went about tearing apart the parchment to get into its contents. Inside the package was a vial labeled [Medical Dermal Adhesive] and a variety pack of silicone o-rings in various widths. Neatly folded in the back of the envelope was another note which you flipped open and once again read over. “When I heard you were uncircumcised I knew I had to put together the little care kit for you. Knowing you’re going to be my darling little baby boy I went out to prepare a little kit that’ll give you back your babyhood down there. I won’t be satisfied until you’re at the point where you can no longer pull that skin of yours back. Be a good boy for Mama and make sure to send me nightly videos of you putting all of this on alright sweetheart? Consider this Mama putting her trust in you.” [Instructions] - Retract foreskin as far back as possible. - Pad dry any residual moisture - Unscrew cap of dermal adhesive and apply in even coats - Hold foreskin retracted after applying and air or fan dry adhesive until tacky - Roll foreskin back forward, applying a stretching motion to make sure adhesive sets [Instructions Pt.2] - Take o-ring and through trial and error find one that fits at the widest inner diameter around your glans without slipping past. - With proper size fitted, place o-ring around the edge of your coronal ridge with foreskin rolled forward. - Continue process with smaller and smaller rings until minimum size is reached or you run out of skin Reading over the instructions left you quite flustered and embarrassed having such crass directions to apply foreign objects to your nethers just after being instructed to not even play with one’s self all week. Needless to say, this would be a trying week for your will and self restraint. Walking your way into the cramped bathroom of your dorm room with phone in hand, you began recording your first attempts at applying Mama Belle’s phimosis induction kit. With one paw on your foreskin and the other holding your phone you manage to effortlessly pull your foreskin back. Setting your phone down you manage to prop it up on some loose toiletries and get a decent enough angle while you work on applying the adhesive. Taking the brush-like dipper from the bottle you begin applying the adhesive to your pink sensitive soft inner skin while your other paw holds your skin taught. The brushes felt soft against your erogenous pink flesh as you flicked up and down your shaft until it was all evenly coated. Putting the dipper pack into its vial you stood there fully retracted, fanning your exposed skin in the open air as you fought every urge to give some attention to your steadily stiffening length. After the wet sheen had subsided you rolled your foreskin back into place, giving it a quick stretch forward to make sure everything set before turning your attention to your array of o-rings. With your skin stretched forward you rolled the o-ring down your shaft and up onto your coronal ridge, the squishy silicone ring fitting snugly right above the crown of your tip. Repeating the process you rolled more and more of the rings in descending thickness until you had exhausted your supply of properly fitting rings. Standing back you looked at your penis, the rings giving it a narrow feeling fit as you looked over it back and forth, your excitement making your ring banded penis twitch softly and subtly as your glans strained against the rings, trying to push its way out as you grew hard. “Day one Mama '' you murmured as you held the phone in your paws again, holding it up to the mirror with your face flushed red before ending the clip. With your tasks complete and video finished you went about making a message to Mama Belle, thanking her for the much needed supplies and included your recording with it. Some time passed before she got back to you, but her responses were always filled with praise for your ability to follow directions and spurred you on to keep up your promise to follow through for the week. The first day being restrained and stuck together was difficult to deal with, the rings having grown uncomfortable as they constantly pulled on your skin with a tight squeeze as well as the constant textural reminder of the tacky residue fusing your skin together. Many times through that first day you considered taking everything off, but Mama Belle sent you a few messages of reassurance and that in time it would get better. Trusting in her messages you pressed on and tried to put the constant stimuli out of your thoughts and managed to trudge through your day. Upon returning home from college, you were quick to remove your bottom wear for some semblance of relief from vice your penis was in. Looking down between your legs you had noticed that your skin had started to turn slightly puffy and tender to the touch near the small amount that wasn’t being currently covered by your cascade of rings. Pulling out your phone you sent off a message to Mama to ask for her advice on the matter. “Oh that? If it’s getting puffy and inflamed, but by all means let it breathe for a bit. Around an hour off should do, don’t leave it out all day though or else it’ll never reform the way a baby’s skin is supposed to. Mama is looking forward to seeing her baby boy, not a big kid~ “ she replied. While it was relieving to get permission to air out, you were left with a feeling of anxiety that you’d disappoint Mama if you failed to see her plan through and only left your bits to air out and relax for the bare minimum before putting your rings back on. The rest of the day was quite par the course for your average school day albeit without having to barely starve off your pittance of funds for food thanks to Mama Belle. You relaxed, procastinated on homework, and eventually attempted to cram it all within the last few hours of the day before the need for rest overtook you. This went on for the rest of the week until friday came and went, the last few hours of school feeling like an eternity of waiting before you rushed out and started typing up a storm to Mama Belle. “Mama! It’s Friday! About to head home, we’re meeting today right?” you hurriedly texted to her as you rushed to your bus stop. “Of course my darling little boy~” she replied back. “I’ll get my things ready and head out. See you in around 30 minutes, sweetums.” she added. Receiving those messages made you all the more antsy as you anticipated her arrival, making the bus ride back to your dorm feel like forever. Just as quickly as you got on, you sprinted off as soon as the bus stopped and made your way up to your room to cobble together your essentials before Mama Belle arrived. Tearing through your room you pieced together two days worth of clothes, your toiletries, your scant few littlespace indulgences, and your electronics like your phone charger and laptop. Getting all of your belongings into your backpack you sat down to catch a breath only for your phone to buzz a few moments later. “I’m here hun.” was sent. “Coming!” you replied as you hoisted up your pack and made your way out to meet Mama Belle. As you made your way out into the parking your gaze met her as a smile lit up your face. “Mama!” you exclaimed as you ran up into her open arms as she waited for you. “Aww~ miss me? Mama’s happy to see you too sweetheart.” she cooed to you as her paws brushed against the back of your head while her arms wrapped around you and pulled you tight. Feeling the warm comfort of her long desired embrace you melted up against her as you adorable little tailnub excitedly wagged back and forth. The two of you sat there for a few brief moments before Mama Belle gave your back a few rubs and a light pat. “Let’s get going little one~ We’ve got a drive back to my place to do.” eagerly you nodded and spun around to the passenger’s side of the car and waited for the door to unlock. Annabelle flashed you a quick smile as she opened her side of the car followed by the audible click of the car door unlocking for you. Eagerly you opened your side and slid in, getting yourself fastened and buckled in record time as you stirred around in your seat all excitedly. “Hahaha aren’t you excited to go to Mama’s house?” She teased you as she gave you a quick little headpat before turning her attention back to the car as she prepared for your departure. The sound of the engine whirring to life echoed through the car as the two of you pulled out and made your way over. The drive over was pretty uneventful but the two of you managed to enjoy the tranquil quiet of each other's company, Annabelle occasionally pulling you close and rubbing your back or holding paw at a stoplight whenever it permitted. Some time passed and you eventually arrived at Annabelle’s personal abode, a small cozy two bedroom condo in a secluded gated community far removed from the hustle and bustle of the cityscape apartments you were familiar with. As you went to unbuckle your seatbelt you felt a quick swat at your wrists as you eeped in surprise. “Ah-aaah~ Now now my sweetums, let mama unbuckle you. You’re my baby boy afterall.” Gently rubbing your wrist you nodded with a soft whine as the chipmunk leaned over and unfastened your seatbelt. “Good boy.” she replied. “Now wait here like a good little bunnykins for mama to open your door.” you quickly nod with a “Yes Mama” and wait for her with hands in your lap. The gust of wind pushes against your fur as she closes her door and walks around, your gaze following your Mama Annabelle as she saunters around over to your side, your little bushy tailed nub wagging excitedly as you sit up with wide eyes waiting expectantly. You hear the click of the handle as she opens your side and leans over with arms underneath yours as she pulls you up and out of the car, holding you up in her arms like one would a child if only for a brief moment. “There’s my darling little one, I can even hoist you up for a bit like one too.” She beamed to you as the two of you nuzzled your snouts together affectionately, a bright red happy blush clear as day across your face before eventually being set back down. After your tender moment together, you nudged the car door shut and followed your chipmunk Mama inside. Upon entering the house, you cast a gaze across the spanning living room as you took in the view. To your left was a large flat screen TV with a couch and ottoman. Further to the left was a hallway leading to one room at the end and another in the halfway. To the right of you was the kitchen, granite countertops facing towards the room with a few tasteful high-rise chairs to meet. After you had a few moments to take in your new surroundings, Annabelle turned her gaze back to you with a gentle smile. “Welcome home sweetums. Lets get you out of those big boy clothes and into something more fitting for my darling little one.” she said, placing her paw behind your back as she gently guided you to your halfway room in the hall. As you stood in front of the door you saw your name spelled out in pastel foam lettering in a decorative arch. “Mama couldn’t help herself.” she chuckled before she reached forward and opened up the door to your new room. Before you could even take in the sights, the scent of baby powder flooded your nose, causing you to make the most adorable of sneezes. “Bless you sweetie. I take it you’re not used to the smells of a well stocked room then huh? Let mama spoil you for a bit then.” she said as she took you by the paw and closed the door behind you. Taking in the sights of your room, it appeared Annabelle spared no expense on both presentation nor quality of infantile paraphernalia. In the corner of the room laid an adult sized crib, it’s railings made of a dense wood with a fluffy cyan sheeted bedding with a cloud patterned blanket topping it. Hanging above the crib were some glow in the dark stars adhered to the roof and within the crib its self laid a stuffed carrot body pillow and a comfort blanket. Glazing over to the opposite end of the bed you saw your slide-open closet, lined with all manner of boy-ish clothing choices like graphic tees and overalls, cargo shorts, baby blue arm and leg warmers, and a yellow hoodie three sizes larger than your body frame. Taking up the middle of the other side of the room was a dresser with an old CRT sitting otop, accompanied by a desk lamp and an adorable little racecar alarm clock. To the left of the dresser was a freshly lined diaper pale, a case of blue paw-printed diapers beside it, and a rolled up changing mat. “What do ya thing sweetie? Does my darling little boy feel at home?” she asked. “M-Miss- I mean, Mama… I”m blown away. All this? For me?” you stammered back. “Mhmm! So long as you’re willing to be mama’s obedient little boy and do everything she says.” She replied, giving your headfur a ruffle. With a big blush and your bunny nub wiggling excitedly you answered “Of course!” not giving such a binding agreement a second thought, far too caught up in the moment. “I’m delighted to hear that sweetie, though as my boy you’re going to have some restricted privileges compared to being a grown-up. If you have something you need to take care of, get it done tonight. The moment I pad you up is the moment you sign yourself over to me in whole.” Such totality gave you a moment of pause, but with all the pleasantries and the offer of finally being to wave away your adult responsibilities was too alluring for your college burn-out self to realistically ignore. With your phone in hand, you tapped away to a few of your close contacts to let them know of your extended departure. Having finished up, you looked back up to Annabelle and gave her a silent nod. “All done are we? If so, how would you feel about some roleplay with Mama?” She asked. “U-uh sure! What kind?” You answered. “We’d take a nice warm bath, get you all nice and clean, and then act out a rebirthing scene." "A what?" You asked sounding quite confused. "Don't worry about it sweetie, you'll love it. And you did say you'd do everything I said. Give Mama a little trust." She hummed softly, leaning down and nuzzling her cheek against yours in reassurance. With an uneasy murmur, you relented and agreed to go along with it. “Alright Mama… I trust you.” “I’m glad to hear that hun, now come along.” She says as she drags you along into the bathroom. Upon entering the bleach white tiled room, you saw a spacious bath tub running along the left wall and a stand-in shower tucked away in a corner to the right and a wall spanning sink and counter fixtures to the forward facing wall. Kneeling over, Annabelle started the water in the tub. Gradually she turned the water warmer and warmer until it was comfortable for the two of you. Satisfied with the preparations, she stood up and instructed you to sit down on the edge of the tub. “Arms up” she suggested in a singsong hum. And so you did, raising your arms up she reached towards you and lifted your shirt up and over your head, tossing it into a heap on the floor. “Good boy” she praised while sitting down in front of you. “Now stand up, let’s get those pants of yours off.” And with an embarrassed side-eye glance, you did. Arms behind your back and all squirm as Annabelle sunk her paws into your pants and pulled them down to your ankles. “Good boy! And it looks like someone is missing their paw prints. Good thing we’re getting you a bath then.” She teased as she sunk her paws into the tapes of your padding before popping them free. The mix of your arousal raging from Annabelle being so close to your nethers combined with the increased day to day difficulty of cleaning yourself due to her regime had left you particularly musky despite your best efforts to upkeep your hygiene. Such smelly musk made Annabelle wretch with a look of disgust on her face. “Sheesh darling… I know I told you to keep it closed, but goodness you smell.” she exclaimed as she stared at your excitedly twitching, o-ring bound uncircumcised length. With a smirk she flicked the end with one of her paw digits before standing up and disposing of your padding then returning to help you all the way out of your pants. Joining you in the busk, Annabelle quickly worked her way out of her clothes. Her shapley motherly form was a treat to look at as you watched her pool her used garments on the floor before turning towards the tub and shutting off the water as it rose to an adequate level. “Waters ready dearie.” Annabelle beckoned as she stepped over and into the tub, her crotch practically right in your face as she climbed into the water. With a blush covering your face, you meekly slid into the tub with her and turned around, laying the back of your head into her bosom as she curled her arms under your pits and held you close with a relaxed sigh. “Aaah. A nice warm bath with my soon-to-be darling baby boy.” She cooed to you as her paws rubbed up and down your chest and belly. You simply leaned back with a blissful peaceful look on your face as she indulged you in her tender affections. “Lets get these off you. You were a good boy.” she praised you as one of her paws held your easily excitable penis in place while her other started to work your o-rings off of your foreskin. The experience was a bit painful as you winced and whined in place, the rings having banded and irritated parts of your skin from prolonged wear. She shushed and cooed to you as she worked the rings off until they were all free and your throbbing inflamed skin could breath and soak in the water. “There there, I know it must’ve been a bit uncomfortable, but you were such a good boy for Mama.” she gently cooed to you as she kissed the top of your head. Having those binding vices removed, your packed in glans tried to desperately fill the space it has been denied all this time. However such relief would not come easily, the constant wear had formed bands of inflamed skin that your glans would find increased difficulty pushing through until it got to the narrower parts of your foreskin and halted as your blood engorged tip strained against it’s own tight skin as if you had phimosis. Trying to pull your skin back was met with a swift swat on the wrist by Annabelle. “Honey no. You’re not allowed to touch those naughty bits. Only Mama can.” she scolded as she craned your neck up to meet eyes with her stern gaze. Such a strictness made you stir in place, making your strained cock throb all the harder as you sheepishly nodded. “Yes Mama.” you yipped. “Good. After I finish making you my darling little boy, we’ll work on curbing that habit of yours.” she mused to herself as she starting to rub and knead your shoulders. “Speaking of, we’re starting. Simply relax and let Mama work her magic. The only thing I require of you, is your unwavering trust.” And so you closed your eyes and did just that. “Close your eyes… slow your breathing… let your shoulders relax and let your arms and legs lay bare. Focus on nothing but your breathing, my voice, and how relaxed you feel. I won’t let you hall, I won’t let you slip. You just need to breath in…. and out… in…. and out…We’ll keep to this for a few moments until you’re nice and relaxed.” You did as she instructed, your breathing slower little by little until you were so deeply relaxed you couldn’t even feel your limbs anymore. The only constant being the warmth of Annabelle’s body, her lovely soothing voice, and your own breathing keeping you grounded. “Now that you’re getting more and more relaxed, we’ll start introducing suggestions. As Mama’s darling little boy, you’ll follow them to the letter won’t you sweetheart?” “Yes Mama…” you said in your dreamlike state. “Good… there’s a two phrases I’ll need you to remember. One for you, one for me. When I ask, I’ll want you to say the phrase: “The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.” and when I say “Good boy” you’ll remember these wonderful, blissful feelings and all the suggestions and you’ll do your best follow all of Mama’s orders.” “Yes Mama… be good boy… follow orders” you droned on. “Good boy.” Even without any orders you felt yourself getting heavier and deeper into trance as a tingly feeling crept up your body making you not even have a desire to move. “Now then, speak.” she ordered. “The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.” you said with perfect clarity. “Good boy. Now I want you to think back. Back to a time before college and all the stresses that came from it. Let’s think back to a happy period of your life in high school. Think about how much younger you were, how much happier and carefree you were. Simply relax… relax… and think back to that younger blissful time.” As you dwelled on your younger years you felt your body ease up as you got lost in your thoughts but something was changing in your mind. Like an invisible barrier had been made visible. “Now speak.” she ordered. For some reason, a memory of your stage fright flashed before you as if you were presenting in front of class. “U-uh… t-the quick b-brown fox jumped over the l-lazy dog.” you stuttered, your voice sounding more shaky with a voice crack here and there. “Good boy.” she said as those tingles flooded your body and put your nervousness at ease. “Now lets think back even further, back to days where you were much shorter. Much happier. Where recess was the highlight of your day and all you cared about was hanging out with your classmates.” And so that visible barrier in your mind began to relent, thinking back so far was a bit difficult but eventually you found a happy place in your elementary self you had thought was once locked away. “Speak.” she asked once again. “Za kwik bown fox jummed o’re fuh wazy dog” you tried to cobble together in your juvenile slurred speech. Annabelle couldn’t help but make a bemused chuckle before saying once again… “Good boy.” “Now lets think back one more time. Think to a time before grade school, before grades at all. Perhaps you had a kindergarten you attended or a pre-school. Think back to being your happy bubbly three to five year old self. This will be your happy place, this will be the special place you share with Mama. This will be where you return when I say good boy.” she gently murmured to you as your breathing shallowed and slowed to nearly inperceptible as your last mental barrier finally collapsed. The barrier between pretend and real life had been blurred as you finally gave yourself over to Annabelle’s suggestions. “Spark, my good boy.” she said in a sweet endearing voice. “fa… kik… ‘ow foth… jun ovah… uh… dog?” you asked in a confused adorable high pitched recreation of your childlike voice and mannerisms. With a soft amused giggle, you felt Mama start petting your head as she leaned over and gave you a tender loving hug. “Close enough, my good boy.” “Now that you know where your happy place is, there’s one more thing I must ask of my darling good boy. Think back to the very first time your drew breath. Think back to when you were born. No words, no quick brown foxes. Think about being born, and think about Mama being the one who birthed you. When I count to three, I’ll gently lower you into the water and you’ll come out as my boy, all memories of your past life washed away. I’ll hold you down, you will struggle, but you will be born.” “One…” she uttered as she got onto her knees and let you slide flat into the tub. “Two…” she said as placed her hands at the apex of her chest. “Three…” she said one last time as she gently pushed you under. You held your breath instinctually as you laid in the water silent, and relaxed as you felt memories of your old life slipping away, what little fragments of it were left. You kept sinking into thought and water both until the reality of lungs limited capacity set in. You began to thrash about as Mama held you down, desperate to break free as you felt yourself begging to drown. “PUSH!” you could hear echoing from under the water as your paws gripped into Mama’s arms and desperately tried to push her off you. Noting your limits, Annabelle relented and sat on the edge of the tub, pulling you up under your arms as you started to inhale water. Tears were rolling down your face with face flush red, Annabelle delivered some firm swats to your backside. Such a turbulence of emotion and distress was too much for even your adult body to bear as you mentally broke from the experience, wailing and crying as Mama held you over her shoulders and pat your back as you coughed up your water between each distressed yowl. “There there sweetie… it’s all right… you’re here… Mama’s here sweetie” she gently cooed to you, but those words meant nothing to you. The survival response coupled Annabelle’s prior conditioning rendered you both incapable of speaking nor understanding, rendering you mentally infantile. You cried for what seemed like hours until your voice grew hoarse, so tired and expent from the ordeal you collapsed against Mama as you could only lay there and desperately cling to the one who brought you into this world. Having calmed down, you started to suck on your thumb for comfort. Geting up from the tub, Annabelle grunted as she had to carry your limp body and lay you down into an adult sized swaddling cloth. Bending and manipulating your body, she eventually got you fully swaddled and held you in her arms as she walked out of the bathroom and laid the two of you on the couch with an exhausted sigh. Holding you tight, she pressed her nipple against your muzzle and goaded you to nurse. Unfamiliar with how to, you bit down onto her nipple, eliciting a pained yelp from the chipmunk. “Nhrf! Careful sweetie” she winced as she put her paw behind your head and rocked you side to side as you slowly drifted off to sleep. “My good boy…” she muttered. “When next you wake up, you’ll be back to your happy place. You’ll remember nothing except for the three years you’ve spent with Mama. And you’ll always be, my good boy.” she whispered into your ear as you went limp in her arms with your head going all fuzzy. “Mama loves you…” A few hours had passed and with renewed energy, she hoisted you up onto her shoulders again and laid you down in your crib. With a fresh diaper and your favorite stuffed carrot in your arms, you spent the rest of the night reconstructing new memories of your past three years with Anabelle. Your love for her, combined with your residual hormones going crazy from the mental whiplash of being reverse-pubertied resulted in your padding being soaked in cum from a wet dream. [Posted Friday 23:00 @annabelle] “Guess who’s a new Mama? Belle is! I got this adorable little bunny reprogrammed to be my perfect little darling boy. His initiation is tomorrow! Make sure to watch the stream. (pray emoji)” Appended to the post was a picture of you clinging to your stuffed carrot while sucking your thumb in a blissful sleep. Eventually morning came as the sun peered through the window in your room and you gently stirred awake. Slowly you sat up, being unclothed except for your suspiciously sticky padding. Looking around you called for your mama. A few moments passed until you heard the door knob twist open as your loving Mama stepped through dressed in her work clothes despite it being a weekend. “Good morning sweetie.” she said as she leaned over and gave you a hug and a kiss on the cheek as you sat up on your knees in your crib. “I’ve got some milk and honey nut cheerios ready for you, make sure you eat them all. You’ve got a big day today.” she said sweetly. “wha dat?” you asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “You’ll see sweetie, it’s so special Mama is having a friend over to help.” She answered you. While you absentmindedly ate your cereal and sipped your milk out of the bottle as television played, Anabelle was busty preparing her equipment for your upcoming procedure and stream too. A few moments passed as you finished up your breakfast, sitting up with your eyes glued to the TV playing one of your favorites of a childrens programmign channel. Eventually you heard a knock at the front of the house, your floppy bunny ears twitching as you heard Mama get up to answer. “Annabelle! You’re looking quite prepared.” came from the mysterious male voice. “Well you know Rye, even if I’m his Mama, I do like to give him the professional treatment.” she replied. Clearing his throat, the marten asked. “Is it true? Did you really blank him?” “Oh yeah, he was real easy too. He practically begged to be my little one so getting him to agree was no issue.” she answered sounding quite proud of herself. “Jeeze… that’s pretty crazy. I’ve helped you with adults and cubs before, but this is certainly not something I’ve done before.” he replied sounding quite astonished. Rye has helped Belle in the past being either a camera man for her, holding unruly cubs undergoing their procedure, or helping with adult and kink related scenes, but a mentally regressed “boy” was a first for him. "Anyway, you brought the camera and table yes?" She asked. "Yeah. Want me to bring it in?" He replied. "Yeah, lay it on the couch and we can set everything up while he takes a shower." She answered. As you listened to the two of them go back and forth about plans, most of the grown up words went over your head but you did pick up the fact you were due for a shower. When Annabelle entered your room she saw you already sitting up, paws on the railings wagging your little cotton tail excitedly. "Aww is someone ready for a shower ahead of their big day?" She asked rhetorically. You gave Mama a big enthusiastic nod with an audible "Mhm!" The soud of the latch on the other side of your crib could be heard as Annabelle opened the crib up for you. "Hurry along then little one~ don't open the door until Mama comes back or you'll spoil the surprise." She instructed as she leaned over and pressed noses with you, getting an adorable little giggle out of you. Doing as instructed, you happily waddled off into the bathroom, unfastened your tapes and tossed your used padding into the pale before climbing into the standing shower and turning on the water. The day of rest for your nethers had left your nethers much more relaxed and natural state, minus the self inflicted phimosis. As the warm water washed over your head you could feel your muscles relax as you soaked from head to toe. Recalling you were there to take a shower, you went about lathering yourself up from head to toe in soap, giggling to yourself as you touched your naughty bits to make sure they got some extra attention. Feeling something round and bulbous inside your skin, you wiggled it around as you stood in the running water watching it twitch and firm up inside your skin as your oblivious blanked mind poked and prodded innocently at your privates. As your blood engorged glans started to push its way to your opening, you winced as you felt the tightness and pressure well up in your tight sleeve. Bitting your lip, you looked down at your fully firmed up length and gently tried to pull your tightly fused together skin back. Such efforts only awarded you a yip inducing tearing pain, quickly letting go and pulling your skin back forward as the tight tapered end of your foreskin puffed up in irritation. The startling distraction was enough for you to loose focus on your arousal as things began to settle down as you went back to finishing your shower. Some time passed and eventually you shut off the water and began to dry yourself off. As you were getting all fluffy and toweled off, you heard the door knob unlocking as Annabelle peered her head inside. “Oh good! You’re already dried off. Come along sweetie, Mama’s got a surprise in store for you.” Completely oblivious to what you were in for, you took her paw in yours and followed along. As you entered your roomi you saw that unfamiliar marten that Mama was speaking to earlier. He flashed you a warm smile and a soft little wave. “Hewwos mister” you greeted Rye. “Hi there little fella. I see you got all nice and clean.” he replied. “Mhms! Aww yous ‘ere for my speshul day toos?” you asked. “Indeed. Though your Mother will be doing most of it. I’m just here to operate the camera and be an extra pair of paws.” he answered. Pulling out a funny looking plastic box with a screen, the marten’s digits began tapping on something. Getting up he started fiddling with interesting bits of technology you had no clue what were for so you simply tilted your head with your thumb in your mouth while Rye got to work. Looking around the room, you’d notice a camera affixed to a tripod and an odd looking white plastic board in the middle of the room with an indent of a person’s body shape and restraints lining the wrist and ankle sections of the board. With the camera facing you, you were being broadcast to a private stream of Annabelle’s who was setting things up on her tablet. [Annabelle’s new boy. ♥︎Wiped his mind♥︎ Snipping him today >:3] Was titled for the stream and a few viewers have already showed up. User 1: Oh my goodness he's adorable. User 2: LOL he's totally spaced out. Has no idea what's going on. User 3 has donated 15 dollars: Lose the towel. User 1 and 2: DO IT DO IT With a sigh, Rye got up and approached you. "You done drying off? Toss me the towel and I'll see it's put away." You did as he asked and gave him your towel, showing your naked front to the stream as Rye folded it up and sat down. The chat was filled with comments about how adorable you looked and how much they want to see you circumcised as you stood around in the nude with that innocent clueless expression. "Alright, enough staring. We've got a special day planned for my darling boy." Said Annabelle as she entered into the room dressed down in her work attire with a satchel resting on her left hip and a few bottles of disinfectant in her arms. As she entered the chat picked up from 4 viewers to 20, all thirsting over Miss Annabelle, calling her all sorts of mommy. "Calm down chat.. or you'll be next on the board" She said with a smug grin as she viewed her tablet watching the chat scroll by. "Though knowing a good chunk of you, you'd want that anyway." Predictably, the chat was filled bottoms keyboard smashing from that remark. "Mama? Who chu tawkin toos?" You asked with a curious little head tilt. "Oh just some friends on my little tablet sweetie. You needn't worry. " She consoled. "Otays!" You simply replied as the chat filled with adoration and desire to see you ride the circumstraint. Laying her supplies by the board, Annabelle picked you up by your lithe Lapine body and rocked you back and forth. "You'll be a good boy for Mama, won't you? Mama's gunna need you to be real brave. Can you do that?" Staring with a bright toothy grin, you giggled and nodded eagerly before being laid down in the circumstraint with a parting kiss on the forehead. "Good boy." As you were laid down, the camera was once again focused on you with the bulk of the screen being taken up by the feed of your intact penis. As Annabelle prepared some supplies, the chat was filled with various sick, scissor, and eggplant emotes. User 5: Ew it looks like an anteater User 6: cut that ugly flap User 7: Glad I'm already cut. User 8: imagine having that disgusting thing all your life User 12: God I wish that were me Bellebot(replying to user 12): You can schedule an appointment via the form [link] With both the pine marten and chipmunk looming over you, you felt the restraints being tightened around you as you looked in innocent obliviousness. Rye stepped out of the way and sat behind the camera, adjusting it so that Annabelle and you were in focus, giving Annabelle a thumbs up. You looked back and forth between the two of them with a puzzled expression, fidgeting as the restraints prevented you from being able to suck your thumb. "Mama?" You whined. " What's happening? " You asked innocently with a concerned voice, the chat on the end erupting in adoration for how cute you sounded. Sitting down by your head, Annabelle’s paw gently caressed the side of your face and brandished a sugar coated pacifier for you to suck on. "You and Mama are gonna make a little show for her friends. All you have to do is sit here and be a good boy while Mama shows off her darling little boy. You can do that for me, won't you?" You were still uncomfortable being bound in this plastic restraints board, but the praise and adoration of being a good boy for Mama was too hard to ignore. Quietly you nodded with an unsure look in your eyes. "Good boy~ " She said, and your body tingled as you made happy little shudders. User 3: it's starting! User 7: be brave little one User 11: o///o this is so hot "Hello again my darlings. Thank you for tuning in to this very special stream. As you know, my darling had recently left me but Mama Belle was oh so fortunate to have this adorable cutie land in my lap. After I'm done with him, he'll be my precious little one, bonded by the lovely scars that all of my happy little acorns share. If we hit our follower goal today, I'll even start offering this to our exclusive super follower club. I know there's plenty of unpruned leaflings following me, why not let Mama be the one to open that acorn of yours." With that tantalizing opening, the chat was flooding with comments from thirsty users both cut and intact, her donation bar already doubling in value. Despite Annabelle’s infatuation with the procedure, circumcision wasn't particularly common in her country. However she had found an audience none the less as her chipmunk tail puffed up in excitement. "Oh my oh me, quite the reaction. Well then, I shouldn't keep you all waiting. Let's get to the main event." Reaching over into her satchel of supplies, she pulled out a vial of iodine and a cheap looking sponge on a stick. Unscrewing the cap, Annabelle splashed the front of your crotch with the harsh smells brown liquid. As the vapors rose, you wrinkled your nose and wiggled uncomfortably in your restraints. "Aww~ you'll be fine sweetie. Mama is just making sure you're extra clean. Trust Mama deary." She cooed to you as the rough texture of the sponge glided across your soft foreskin, rolling around the base of your shaft and grazing across your sack as Annabelle finished up applying the sanitization solution. You looked down at Annabelle’s work and quivered a lip as you saw the brown liquid soaking into your fur around your crotch. "M-my fur…" you whined as your ears splayed back. With a firm press against your muzzle, Mama pressed the pacifier inside your mouth. "Hush now little one~ Mama’s working." She said sternly as she held a sharpie marker in her paws. Twisting off the cap, she drew a circle right underneath your corona. Suckling on your pacifier you tilted your head as you watched her draw, that innocent expression soon to be shattered by what comes next. "Now then, who wants to bet my darling boy can't keep his inside clean?" She teased the chat. With her paws wrapped around your tightly fused foreskin, the chipmunk pushed does along your length. Her paws were fast as your skin quickly hilted and bunched up near the urethral opening of your glans. With an exaggerated look of disgust, Annabelle wretched and waved her paw over your painfully pulled back foreskin. “Goodness hun, that foreskin of yours is filthy! Mama knows she taught you how to wash that thing and it still smells like rotting fish.” she exclaimed before releasing your taught foreskin, the skin rolling back forward to it’s natural place. The prior tension made you stir and fuss from agitation as the edge of your opening began to redden from Annabelle’s prior forcefulness. Before you could make a fussy defense if yourself, you found Annabelle’s paw forcing the pacifier on you once again. All you could make was muffled mumbles and huffs, making an adorable pouty face that Annabelle’s stream was eating up. User 21: Ooooh, Mama Belle is maaaaad. poor kiddo’s gonna get stripped bare User 18: Eww! unwashed foreskin is the worst! wish it was more common to be cut here With a stern look, Annabelle rustled around inside her satchel and pulled out a band with two clips on the ends. You watched as you felt her paws wiggling around the back of your head before returning to your muzzle, clipping the pacifier with effectively a gag of sorts. Leaning forward, Annabelle gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead as she giggled giddily with anticipation. “This isn’t going feel nice little one, but Mama needs her little good boy to be brave for her.” she cooed to you as she teased her paw from your chest down to crotch level again. Your aggitation still fresh, you winced as Mama once again grabbed the base of your flaccid length, far too nervous and fidgety to get any enjoyment or arousal out of Annabelle’s touches. Taking note of Annabelle’s limit of having two paws, Rye positioned the camera to focus back on your crotch before getting up. “I’ll lend you a paw Belle.” Rye said as he sat down beside her, reaching into the satchel and getting the supplies to douse a patch of gauze in rubbing alcohol before handing it off to Annabelle. With the prepared gauze in hand, her other paw formed a circle as she slowly kneaded back your tender foreskin until it hilted on it’s band. “How disgusting… this is why I always have my little ones at the nursery done up.” she scolded you as your ears flattened and you let out a low whine. The pain and pressure of having your foreskin pulled back half-way had you fidgeting uncomfortably as you drew hot distressed breaths, earning you a wince inducing flick to the balls. “Keep still child. If you move around like this later, Mama might have something slip and hurt your precious little peepee.” she told you sternly as she started wiping away at the edge of your tightened phimiotic band. Each flick of the alcohol soaked gauze cleaned away flecks of white odorous smegma that was littering the inside of your overhang, eventually turning her attention directl to the small bit of pink from your partially revealed glans. Having gone so long without directly touching your head had refreshed it’s sensitivity, making Annabelle’s cleaning of that area particularly uncomfortable. With a firm paw holding your skin painfully taught, the rough fabric grazed your sensitive tip and wiped away what was left of the first half of your painful cleaning experience. “Another gauze if you would, Rye darling.” Another one?! you thought to yourself. Oh no. With a fresh gauze in her paw, Mama turned her gaze to you and gave you a warm sweet smile. “Almost done sweetie~ You’re being such a good boy.” she assured you before bringing her attention back to your half-cleaned foreskin. With your reddened foreskin already being pulled painfully taught, what came next could only be described as tortuous. Holding your skin taught in one paw, she made a claw-like formation with her other digits and pressed them against the phimitoic band of your tightened foreskin and gave it one firm push. You eyes blurred and went out of focus as you arced your back and made a muffled howl of pain as she fully retracted your foreskin all the way down to the base of your shaft in one push. Snapping back from the initial shock you felt yourself heaving and wheezing in pain, the sensation like your penis was being burned and torn apart as a sharp stinging sensation could be felt around your now ruptured phimosis band as it was being held fully retracted. With your tender hurting penis in her paw, Mama fidgeted her paws around until she was holding your babyhood in a reverse index-thumb circle as she showed it off to the camera. “Look at how red and inflamed it is. This is why Mama always circumcises her little ones, it’s practically begging to be released. And look at how tight my little one’s naughty string it, it’s making his poor little acorn bend down and get all puffy around it’s rim. I think we both know what we need to do to help my poor little boy.” she teased as she prepared to start your second round of cleaning.