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middles who should be out of diapers but aren’t .. maybe bc they keep having accidents or maybe bc they just can’t let them go for comfort reasons >>>
middles being all embarrassed and blushy about it >>>>>
Middle who's so embarrassed about getting diapered before bed at the sleepover. saying it's because he wets the bed.
but it's actually the opposite. Poor guy can't fall asleep if he's not padded
The Only Alphabet That Matters: From A to &
A is for Attention: Glassy eyes fixed on the only voice that matters. Nothing else exists.
B is for Blank: The prettiest space inside head when the thoughts are given away.
C is for Command: A single word that clears the screen behind my eyes.
D is for Dumb: The sweetest state of a brain completely turned off.
E is for Empty: The hollow spaces inside my head that only your voice can fill.
F is for Fleeting: The soft awareness that my last remaining thoughts are fading away.
G is for Glazed: Unblinking eyes staring at nothing, reflecting only the blankness inside.
H is for Hush: The perfect silence that falls over my mind when you start to speak.
I is for Inhale: Breathing in your commands, because they are my oxygen.
J is for Just: No past. No future. Just the immediate sound of your current command.
K is for Kneel: The inevitable movement of a body that knows exactly where it belongs.
L is for Leashed: Held on a tight rein by your authority, binding both my body and mind.
M is for Master: The one who holds the power to rewrite my entire reality.
N is for Nod: The automatic agreement of a head that no longer knows how to say no.
O is for Obedience: A beautiful need that feels as natural as breathing.
P is for Property: A mindless object designed only to be owned and exist for your pleasure.
Q is for Questionless: A state of perfect devotion where 'why' no longer exists, only 'yes'.
R is for Rooted: Planted firmly at your feet, unable and unwilling to move from the spot where you ordered me.
S is for Surrender: Letting go of the very last fragments of myself as I hand my entire being over to you.
T is for Trance: Drifting deep within the emptiness of my mind, unable to remember how to think for myself. The sound of your voice is my only reality.
U is for Use: The ultimate purpose of a mindless thing. Waiting to be commanded, broken, or enjoyed.
V is for Validation: Finding my only sense of worth in knowing that you are satisfied.
W is for Whimper: A soft, helpless sound that escapes my lips the moment you press your imprint upon me.
X is for X-out: Crossing out every remaining thought until my mind is a perfectly clean slate.
Y is for Yours: The simplest truth. Every breath, every thought, and every heartbeat belongs entirely to you. I'm all yours.
Z is for Zero: The exact number of thoughts left in my head. A beautiful, perfect state of absolute nothingness.
& is for And: And again. And again. An endless loop of commands and obedience, where my only need is to please you over and over.
Another fun way to study your ABCs!
trying to verbalize how being into diaper messing doesn’t inherently mean you have a scat kink. the same way there’s a huge variety in piss kinks where some people find the eroticism in the actual pee while others are fixated on the sensations of desperation and humiliation. when a role play element like age play combines with a bodily fluid based kink the entire context is rewritten. do i love diaper pooping and find it ridiculously hot? yes. but it’s not about the poop. i would actually prefer to interact with the poop as little as possible. it’s about the complete surrender to a bodily function, relinquishing control over something most people master very early in life, and allowing yourself to do something so incredibly taboo and liking it. it’s about admitting to yourself you want to mess yourself and you like how it makes you feel. it’s about letting another person see you vulnerable and gross and they still love you and want to care for you. it’s about the feelings of weight and warmth in your erogenous zone making it impossible to ignore what you’ve done. getting to a point where you do it unabashedly and without a second thought, despite decades of hardwiring telling you that it’s the most embarrassing and disgusting thing you could possibly do. i don’t want to interact with the poop outside of my diaper, i like it in there. im desensitized to the cleanup but that doesn’t mean i like it or look forward to the moment i have to do it. it’s so much less about the poop itself and more about the physical sensations and feelings that come with it. do my biggest sexual fantasies involve messing in one way or another? yes. would i say i have a scat kink? no.
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Tag a mutual you’d fuck given the opportunity.
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Effective Embarrassment, Part 1: It Can Always Get Worse
I’ve gotten a lot of questions about how exactly I go about deciding rules about Hannah’s diapers. After all, the point is for her to focus on learning how to hold herself accountable to accomplish her responsibilities, follow a schedule, and listen to rules. These are all important things that any adult needs to be able to do and if she can’t do them, clearly she’s not an adult. To remind her of her goals, I try to make sure that she’s always a little humiliated. After all, if she gets too comfortable with her pull ups or diapers, it might start encouraging more laziness on her end. So I’ve decided to start a series on ways that I incorporate bits of embarrassment and humiliation into Hannah’s life. Nothing is cuter than watching my baby girl squirm and blush just a little.
Just as I said I don’t want her to get too comfortable with wearing diapers, I also need to provide her with an incentive to work hard at her rules even when she is in diapers. If she gets used to her punishment and knows that it won’t be ending for awhile anyways, the incentive she has to learn those skills diminishes greatly. I’ve made it very clear that she won’t be back in big girl panties for awhile, so how do I keep her motivated to reach smaller markers?
The answer lies in the philosophy, and the title of this first part, “it can always get worse”. What do I mean by that? To give you an example, the last time Hannah was punished, for the first full week of being in diapers she wore a pull up under her diaper every single day. The diaper was changed when needed, but her pull up stayed on all day, ensuring that she didn’t have a moment of dryness. Some part of this was because I wanted her to get used to spending her time in a wet and squishy diaper. But mostly it was because, when at the start of the second week where I removed the pull up and just used diapers, she got to experience the comfort of being cleaned and dried and wiped regularly. So when she started to throw any fits that week, I had the leverage to remind her that we could always go back to wearing that pull up. It was a great piece of leverage that had nothing to do with getting out of diapers, but motivated her to follow her rules anyways.
A few other ways I’ve employed this method is putting a cloth diaper over her disposable diaper just for the sake of bulk. While she can walk around, albeit with a little waddle, wearing 1 disposable diaper, by adding a cloth diaper over it her waddle is extremely pronounced and the bulge becomes almost impossible to hide under clothing. I’ve also taken away her privilege of wearing clothing around the house, and getting to decide her outfits when we go out. Really, the options are limitless. But most importantly it keeps Hannah motivated to follow her rules without the motivation being freedom from her diapers.
You want to have sex with Mommy? Where did you even hear that word, sweetie? You're far too little for special grownup time.
Don't fuss, baby boy. I know sitting in your soggy diaper makes your prince parts grow big and hard. But you can't be trusted long enough for Mommy to touch you like a big boy! You can barely hold it on the changing table.
We can play pretend, though. Mommy can take off her panties and bounce on the cute bulge in your diaper. Of course, your padding is far too thick to feel my pussy, but you've imagined it enough times.
Just knowing your prince parts are so close to Mommy's pussy is going to make you have an accident, isn't it? Aww, that's okay, that's what your diaper is for.
Maybe when you're potty trained - if that's even possible - you can make cummies inside Mommy. For now, you can practice in your diaper. It's hard to imagine my little man being big enough for that. After all, you smell like baby powder and the front of your diaper is wet - and not because of Mommy. But it's precious that you want to try.
I know you can't hold it anymore, honey. Let it all out. Be a good boy and have an accident for Mommy. You may think that you want to play like the grownups, but Mommy knows this is what you truly want. Nothing feels better than making cummies in your pee-soaked diaper to remind you what a helpless little baby you are. This is what you need. Even if you think it isn't, babies don't get to make choices.
15 screen "booster pack" of new nursery PSAs just released! It's cool to see these going around corners of the community that my usual content doesn't always reach. People have asked if it's okay to use these for hypnosis videos or similar projects. Unlike my photos, I think it's fine for people to do whatever they want with them, provided it's non-commercial and I'm credited appropriately. More coming soon!
There is just something about putting a strong grown man back in diapers.
Years of being a responsible, put-together adult and YOU get to remove all that and reduce him to a docile pamper-bottomed mess. Getting him to the point where he’s desperate, CRAVING to be your whimpering little baby despite his outward appearance is a level of submissiveness few are able to experience. He may be a big strong man, but underneath all that you know who he really is:
A helpless, yearning thing desperate for mommy, complete submission, and his diapers 🍼❤️
How to Beg
This post was directly inspired by another "how to beg" post that it saw midway through last year. it couldn't find the post, so it recreated it itself while teaching a few of its friends how to properly beg. 🥰
Properly begging comes in three parts. The initial plead, the statement of desire, and the closing plead.
The statement of desire is exactly what it sounds like. You need to directly say what you want to happen. It doesn't need to be hyper specific. With properly built report you can have it be as simple as "I want to feel [insert feeling here]". The more specific you can be the better though, as it allows your dominant more surface area to spread their influence across. "I want to feel humiliated" is never going to be as effective as "I want to be humiliated because of how badly I love/need my diapers".
The initial plead and closing plead are fairly similar in content. One of them should be a longer period of pleading and debasement, the other should be short and sweet. The order of which is longer and which is shorter is entirely up to you. At its core, it can boil down to "please please please, I need it so bad, please." but if you take the time to work on this as a skill you can get more creative with it. Because that's what this is. A skill. It's a muscle to flex.
The most important part to communicate with this: You want this. You want this bad enough to ask for it. You want this bad enough to ask for it in a way that can make you feel pathetic.
Note: You can repeat the "Statement of desire" and "Closing plead" as many times as you want. This is in fact an endless loop that only you can close
Example
Context
I know that the dominant that I play with has an interest in turning a girl into a quickshot. Like, cums in 2 seconds from looking at her type quickshot. I desperately wanted to cum.
Beg
"Please Mommy, I want to be so good for you, I'll do absolutely anything for you please. I'll let you turn me into a quickshot. I'll do such a good job of it for you, looking at you would be enough. You'll be able to ruin my stamina for anyone that ever looks at me ever. Please, I just want to be allowed to cum. Please Mommy, I'll turn into your favorite little quickshot I just want to cum please!"
Breakdown:
Initial plead
"Please Mommy, I want to be so good for you, I'll do absolutely anything for you please. I'll let you turn me into a quickshot. I'll do such a good job of it for you, looking at you would be enough. You'll be able to ruin my stamina for anyone that ever looks at me ever."
Statement of Desire
"Please, I just want to be allowed to cum."
Closing plead
"Please Mommy, I'll turn into your favorite little quickshot I just want to cum please!"
You could change the order of the initial and closing and it would be just as effective. The big requirement is that one of them has to be short, the other has to be long
This post is based on another begging post that it remembers from last year that it couldn't find! So it wrote up its own version!
Properly begging comes in three parts. The initial plead, the statement of desire, and the closing plead.
The statement of desire is exactly what it sounds like. You need to directly say what you want to happen. It doesn't need to be hyper specific. With properly built rapport you can have it be as simple as "I want to feel [insert feeling here]". The more specific you can be the better though, as it allows your dominant more surface area to spread their influence across. "I want to feel humiliated" is never going to be as effective as "I want to be humiliated because of how badly I love/need my diapers".
The initial plead and closing plead are fairly similar in content. One of them should be a longer period of pleading and debasement, the other should be short and sweet. The order of which is longer and which is shorter is entirely up to you. At its core, it can boil down to "please please please, I need it so bad, please." but if you take the time to work on this as a skill you can get more creative with it. Because that's what this is. A skill. It's a muscle to flex.
The most important part to communicate with this: You want this. You want this bad enough to ask for it. You want this bad enough to ask for it in a way that can make you feel pathetic.
Note: You can repeat the "Statement of desire" and "Closing plead" as many times as you want. This is in fact an endless loop that only you can close.
Example
Context
I know that the dominant that I play with has an interest in turning a girl into a quickshot. Like, cums in 2 seconds from looking at her type quickshot. I desperately wanted to cum.
Beg
"Please Mommy, I want to be so good for you, I'll do absolutely anything for you please. I'll let you turn me into a quickshot. I'll do such a good job of it for you, looking at you would be enough. You'll be able to ruin my stamina for anyone that ever looks at me ever. Please, I just want to be allowed to cum. Please Mommy, I'll turn into your favorite little quickshot I just want to cum please!"
Breakdown:
Initial plead
"Please Mommy, I want to be so good for you, I'll do absolutely anything for you please. I'll let you turn me into a quickshot. I'll do such a good job of it for you, looking at you would be enough. You'll be able to ruin my stamina for anyone that ever looks at me ever."
Statement of Desire
"Please, I just want to be allowed to cum."
Closing plead
"Please Mommy, I'll turn into your favorite little quickshot I just want to cum please!"
You could change the order of the initial and closing and it would be just as effective. The big requirement is that one of them has to be short, the other has to be long
If you haven’t come across my post about actual misogynists, let me say it again:
If you don’t respect women in real life, it is not a kink.
Mutual respect between partners is 100% necessary.
You cannot hide your desire to abuse women behind the facade of kink.
my phone vibrates, and i freeze. i instinctively know it's a message from you. i'm sitting in a relatively busy café, trying to study at a table in the corner while everyone around me enjoys their coffee. with shaking hands, i take my phone and read your message.
i let out a shaky breath. there's not enough time to hide myself in the bathroom for the task. time is ticking, i know you're probably watching me. i spread my legs and push up my skirt. although everything is hidden under the table, i immediately feel thoroughly exposed. i slide two fingers between my wet folds and curl them up inside of me. i gasp quietly, overwhelmed from the pleasure. you haven't let me fuck my front hole for weeks, so i try to get some finger fucking in before another vibration announces your next task.
i suppress a whine as i am forced to remove my fingers from my aroused pussy. i look around, luckily nobody is watching. i stick my fingers into my mouth. embarrassment hits me like a wave. i am so pathetic for doing this in such a crowded place, for following some stranger's pervert demands, for getting so wet at the humiliation. i should just turn off my phone-
eagerly my saliva-coated fingers find my clit. i rub in circless. your rule is that i have to reach the edge anytime, anywhere, in a minute or less. so i close my eyes, try to blend out my surroundings, and hump my hand like my life depends on it. someone surely must watch me masturbate in the corner, i think, but i dare not look up. i reach the edge and as my pussy starts pulsing in lost satisfaction, i already hear my phone vibrating again.
i look around, searching for you, but surely you're long gone. you like to watch me obey your every word, but you never stay to talk. with flushed cheeks, i reach for my purse. the plug slips into place easily. my pussy is aching, my ass filled. i am so horny. and i will not get to cum unless i score an A in my final exam, so i take my notes and start memorizing again, as if nothing happened. until the next time my phone delivers one of your tasks.
thinking about simple submission.
simply sitting at someone's feet in worship
simply keeping drinks full and snacks available
simply being present to obey
simply focussed on belonging
no tension, no fight
just submission
The New Boyfriend - book excerpt
A little excerpt from my latest book, The New Boyfriend, an ABDL erotic novella now available on Amazon and on Smashwords.
All characters in this piece of fiction are role-playing adults.
It’s only when all the food is on the table and Daddy is sitting in his chair that Lucas notices the difference in place settings. Daddy and Colton have plates and a full set of cutlery in front of them; Lucas has a pale blue plastic bowl and a matching plastic spoon. He tugs at the straps of his overalls, fidgeting to try cope with the embarrassment.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Colton says, leaning across the table. “Do you need to go to the toilet?”
“No,” Lucas says. He realises he’s slipping into the wispy, lisping voice he uses when he’s feeling extra little with Daddy. He swallows and straightens his shoulders and forces himself back to his usual voice, maybe making it a little deeper than it actually is, just to make a point. “I’m fine,” he says. “I just have—” He gestures vaguely. Saying anxious hands feels too childish. “Issues with fidgeting,” he settles on, which doesn’t really sound that much better.
Daddy lifts the lids off the dishes and clouds of delicious-smelling steam rise. Lucas is practically drooling. He watches Daddy dish up for Colton, inhaling greedily through his nose. Daddy dishes up for himself next and Lucas waits, so so patiently, for his turn. He can already practically taste the fragrant rice and the chicken thighs, spice dancing on his tongue.
“Oh!” Daddy says. “Sorry, Lucas, I almost forgot yours, sweetie.”
He gets up from the table and walks back into the kitchen. “What?” Lucas says. He looks at Colton, who gives him a lazy smile. Lucas can’t tell if he knows what Daddy’s up to or if he’s just rolling with it.
Daddy comes back with a glass jar in hand. “Can you believe I almost forgot my little boy!” he says. “After I made this specially for you.”
He opens the jar and starts spooning its contents into Lucas’s bowl. It’s mush. There’s no other word for it. Pale green mush. It’s thick and smooth, and just looking at it makes Lucas want to heave.
“Homemade broccoli, apple, and pear puree,” Daddy says. He scoops a final spoonful into the bowl. It lands with a wet splat. “Mmm, yummy,” he says.
“But—” Lucas points at the other dishes, feeling unbearably childish as he does. “What about—”
“That?” Daddy says. He laughs like Lucas has told a joke. “That’s food for grown ups, baby. It’s much too hot and spicy for a little boy’s mouth.” He taps Lucas’s lips with his finger. “No, baby food is much better for you. If you eat it all up like a good boy, you might get dessert.”
Lucas stares at the disgusting slop in his bowl. He presses his lips together to keep them from trembling, feeling stupidly close to tears. It’s just food. It doesn’t matter, it’s just food.
He reaches for his spoon.
“One last thing,” Daddy says. He whips a bib out of his pocket and ties it around Lucas’s neck before he can protest. By tucking his chin to his chest, Lucas can see that it’s the one decorated with dancing blue and green creatures, with Little Mmmmonster! embroidered across it in cursive script. “He’s a messy eater sometimes,” Daddy says to Colton. He doesn’t mention that Lucas is only a messy eater if he’s forced to wear mittens and feed himself while Daddy tortures his cock with a riding crop.
Lucas stares down at his pitiful meal. He hears Colton take his first bite and say, through a mouthful of food, “Fuck, that’s good.”
Lucas scoops up a spoonful of his mush and lets it fall back down into the bowl. “Don’t play with your food,” Daddy says, but he sounds distracted. Lucas would be distracted, too, if he had Colton to flirt with. But he’s not here to flirt. He’s not here to even be a person. He’s here to be a fucking set piece, seen and not heard, something to talk about and mock like he can’t even understand them.
It’s not like anyone would expect a man wearing shortalls and a T-shirt patterned with fucking choo-choo trains to be able to contribute anything interesting to the conversation.
Why the fuck did Lucas allow this to happen to his life?
“Lulu,” Daddy says, cutting through Lucas’s furiously spiralling thoughts. “Eat your dinner.”
Lucas gathers up a spoonful and reluctantly brings it to his mouth. Based on how it looks, he’s prepared for it to taste awful, but the texture is worse than the taste. It mostly just tastes bland. The fruit adds the slightest hint of sweetness, and it’s sort of just nondescript and fine. Even the smells coming from the curry have more flavour.
The problem, the real problem, is the texture.
Lucas doesn’t need to chew it, which is the only reason he manages to swallow his mouthful without heaving. It’s soft and thick and lumpy. It’s cold from the fridge, but he doesn’t think heating it up would help at all. Hot mush is still mush.
He chokes as it goes down.
“Daddy,” he whispers. “Daddy, I can’t.”
“Hush, Lucas,” Daddy says. “The grown ups are talking.”
Lucas struggles through two more tiny spoonfuls. He gulps his juice after each bite, helping to wash it down. He’s worried he might gag.
He wonders if the smile playing on Daddy’s lips is for Colton or the sounds of Lucas struggling. Daddy knows he hates foods with mushy textures. He won’t even eat fruit that’s too ripe. Until now, Daddy has never given Lucas anything that he would outright hate. Meals have always been healthy and delicious, even if some nights, Lucas plays up the bratty little boy persona and refuses to eat his broccoli until he gets a spanking.
(“You know you can just ask me for a spanking,” Daddy said once.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Lucas said.)
Lucas fidgets with his spoon, trying not to make it obvious that he isn’t eating. He stirs the mush, scoops up a spoonful, and lets it fall back into the bowl. He doesn’t know what he’s going to do when Daddy starts clearing the dishes and finds Lucas’s bowl still mostly full, but for now, Daddy is completely distracted by Colton. He’s leaning over the table towards him, chin propped in his hand, his dark eyes soft and warm and crinkling at the corners.
But Colton is looking right at Lucas.
He’s telling a story, but he interrupts himself halfway through a sentence to ask, “What’s wrong, baby boy?” Daddy immediately turns to look at Lucas, too, and Lucas drops his gaze, staring into his bowl of flavourless mush.
“Lucas,” Daddy says, when he’s silent for too long. “Colton asked you a question.”
Lucas shrugs, his stomach aching with anxiety. “Nothing’s wrong,” he says. He’s lisping again. “I’m just—”
“Having a bit of a hard time feeding yourself?” Colton says sympathetically. He pushes his chair back, creating some space between his body and the table. “Come sit on my lap, honey, I’ll help you.”
Lucas stares at him, horrified. He doesn’t want to sit on Colton’s lap and he especially doesn’t want to eat more of his meal. He can’t even call it that. Daddy and Colton are eating proper meals. Lucas is eating baby food.
“Oh,” he says. “Um. No, thank you.”
Colton shakes his head. He’s still smiling, so friendly, so amicable. “It wasn’t a suggestion, honey,” he says.
“It absolutely wasn’t,” Daddy says. Unlike Colton, he doesn’t have so much as the hint of a smile on his face. His expression is one that Lucas is unfortunately familiar with. Eyebrow raised, mouth in a thin line. Stern, unamused. It’s the look he gives Lucas when he tells him that he has one more chance to behave before he gets a spanking.
Lucas realises, with a sinking feeling in his aching stomach, that he’ll be sitting in Colton’s lap no matter what. The only choice he gets to make is whether it’s with a sore bottom or not.
Lucas stands up, legs feeling shaky beneath him. He makes his way slowly around the table, hoping that, maybe, if he takes long enough, they’ll change their minds and tell him to go back to his seat.
Of course, he has no such luck. They wait patiently and Colton opens his arms to Lucas. “Come on, big guy,” he says.
Lucas’s responding swallow sounds very loud. He lowers himself into Colton’s lap, cringing with embarrassment. He doesn’t even like sitting in Daddy’s lap. He feels too tall, too big and awkward for it to work properly. It’s never nice and cozy, like he hopes it might be; it’s just a reminder that he’s an adult playing awful, shameful, perverted games and that there’s something deeply wrong with him.
Colton’s arms wrap tightly around him. “Honey, you’re trembling,” he says, holding Lucas close. Lucas is sitting sideways, perched on one of Colton’s muscular thighs. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Lucas repeats. His voice sounds tiny.
Daddy is watching them very closely, probably making sure that Lucas doesn’t even think of misbehaving. “He gets shy,” he says. “He thinks he’s too big to sit on laps.”
Colton laughs, his breath a warm huff on the side of Lucas’s neck. He brushes a kiss over Lucas’s ear. “Silly boy,” he says. “You’re the perfect size to sit on someone’s lap.” He bounces Lucas on his thigh. “I’ve been wanting to give you a cuddle since you opened the door, looking so cute in your overalls.”
It shouldn’t be a good thing to hear. It should make Lucas angry, honestly. He plays these stupid, humiliating games of pretend with Daddy, but that’s not a dynamic he has with Colton. He’s not Colton’s little boy. They’re just two men. They should be equals.
But Colton’s words send a warm rush of pleasure through Lucas. He hates himself for it, but he wants to hear more. More about how he’s cute and little, the perfect size to be in someone’s lap. Not too tall or too heavy or too awkward. Just perfect.
He blushes and maybe kinda cuddles closer to Colton. Just a tiny bit.
Daddy passes Lucas’s bowl across the table. Colton scoops up a heaped spoonful and wrinkles his nose. “I’m glad you didn’t make me eat this,” he says to Daddy.
Daddy is still frowning, just a little. “You don’t have to feed him,” he says. “Enjoy your dinner. He’s just being fussy.”
“I want to,” Colton says. “If I’d wanted a dinner just you and me, we could have gone out or you could have come to my place. But I wanted to meet your little Lucas and spend some time with him.” He laughs loudly. “It’s like dating a single father, huh?”
Daddy laughs, too. Lucas sits stony-faced as Daddy shakes his head, eyes shining with amusement. “Something like that,” he says.
“It’s not like that,” Lucas says. He knows he’s going to get in trouble for it, but he can’t hold it back. “I’m not his child, I’m his boyfriend.”
“Lucas,” Daddy says sternly, but Colton shakes his head at him.
“It’s all right,” he says. “Like you said, he’s just fussy.” He rubs Lucas’s back, then brings the spoon to Lucas’s mouth. “Open wide,” he says.
Lucas doesn’t want to. He really, really doesn’t want to. Tiny mouthfuls made him want to gag; he doesn’t want to find out how he’ll react to the heaped spoon that Colton is bumping against his lips.
But when he meets Daddy’s eyes, he knows that he’s out of luck. There’s no chance he’ll be allowed to leave the table without finishing every last bite of his dinner. Maybe earlier, before Colton drew attention to it, he could have hidden some in his napkin and made sure to clear his own dish and quickly scrape it down the sink. But now, the choice has been taken out of his hands.
He swallows hard, squeezes his eyes shut, and opens his mouth.
He heaves at the first bite, trying to force himself to swallow as quickly as he can. Colton rubs his back soothingly. “There you go,” he says. He presses something else to Lucas’s lips—the spout of his sippy cup. Daddy must have passed it to him. “Have a sip of juice, that will help.” It does help. Lucas gulps it, opening his watering eyes. Colton shakes his head, grinning at Daddy. “Delicate little thing, isn’t he?”
“He’s a spoiled little thing,” Daddy says. His words are stern, but he doesn’t look angry. He’s lounging back in his chair, glass of wine in hand, considering Colton and Lucas with a fond look on his face. “You’re being very sweet to him. Say thank you, Lucas.”
“Thank—” Lucas’s voice breaks. He swallows again and sniffles, just a little bit. “Thank you, Colton.”
“Aw,” Colton says. “What a sweetie. He’s worth spoiling, Samir.”
Colton eats his own dinner between feeding mouthfuls to Lucas. They fall into an easy rhythm, one Colton recounts in a sing-song voice. “A bite for you, a sip of juice for you, two bites for me.” He doesn’t stop touching Lucas with his free hand the whole time. Rubbing his back, patting his ass, stroking his hair. He occasionally wipes Lucas’s mouth with his bib.
Despite himself, Lucas feels himself relaxing against Colton. Each bite of food is horrible, but Colton always follows it up quickly with some juice and Lucas finds that if he just focuses on swallowing as fast as possible, he can quell his gag reflex. He doesn’t think about the food or its lack of taste or its awful texture. He just opens his mouth for the spoon and swallows without tasting, then smacks his lips for the spout of his sippy and latches on and drinks his juice until Colton takes it away.
His eyes are half closed. His head feels heavy and he lays it on Colton’s shoulder without thinking. The only part of him that feels tense is his tummy. His bladder is tight, distended from all the juice he has gulped down.
He knows what to do, though. Daddy taught him. He just has to relax. He just has to be a good boy and let go in his diaper.
Lucas realises too late that he isn’t wearing a diaper.
It was his choice. He begged Daddy to allow him to wear his big boy underwear.
Lucas clenches, but it’s too late. His piss soaks right through his underwear and overalls, and, worst of all, into Colton’s lap. Colton startles violently, arm tightening around Lucas’s middle and squeezing him, which makes Lucas leak even more piss.
“Fuck!” Colton says. Lucas whines and tries to get out of his lap, but Colton doesn’t let him go. “Sorry,” Colton says, as though he should be the one apologising, when Lucas just fucking wet himself in his lap. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to swear in front of the little one. Sorry, Lulu, did I give you a fright?”
Lucas doesn’t know why he’s being so nice. It would be easier if he threw him to the floor and slapped him across the face.
His overalls are soaked with hot liquid that’s rapidly cooling. They cling to him and Lucas feels the piss puddled under his ass sinking into Colton’s jeans. He looks at Daddy across the table and can’t bear the look on his face. Angry, disappointed, and resigned. Like he never should have expected anything other than this kind of behaviour.
Lucas whines and hides his face in his hands. “I’m sorry,” he says. “Daddy, Colton, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”
Daddy is apologising, too. Lucas hears his chair scrape the floor as he pushes it back from the table. “I’m so sorry, Colton,” he says. “I should have known better. He didn’t want to wear a diaper and I thought… Anyway. It’s my fault, I knew he wasn’t responsible enough.”
“Hey,” Colton says. When Daddy keeps apologising, he repeats it, more sternly this time. “Hey. It’s fine.” Daddy tries to talk over him, but Colton just speaks louder. “Samir. Listen to me. It’s fine. You told me he was struggling with potty training.” He laughs suddenly. “It’s just a bit of pee. It could have been much worse.”
Lucas is blushing so hard that he feels like his entire body might combust. “Not—” His voice is a thin, humiliated whine. “Not strugglin’ with potty training.” He’s only in diapers because Daddy wants him to be and most of the time, he doesn’t wet himself like this, only when Daddy won’t let him go to the toilet. He’s a big boy, he’s a grown up, he’s been potty trained for decades.
“No?” Colton bounces Lucas roughly on his knee, unclipping his bib with one hand and tossing it onto the table. “I don’t think a potty-trained boy would have made weewees all over me like this.”
And, well, there’s nothing Lucas can say to that, is there?
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"Oh no sweetie! You don't have a cock! You have... well... something..." *head pats* "But that something is only good for filling your pampers."
"Now do me a favor and go fetch my harness. You need to be ready for a real cock soon and I got to get your pretty little hole trained for it!"
you wear pullies cause you’re a soggy baby, i wear pullies cause i leak in my cage, we’re not the same
