Boys Are Babies

Just a woman in her 20s who knows that men are nothing but overgrown little boys. I write captions involving femdom, matriarchy, diapers, and breastfeeding. I have a wonderful boyfriend and I’m not looking for anyone else. 18+ only please!

[boysrbabies]

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[boysrbabies]

What's with that frowny face, hmm? Look, I got you a yummy ice cream! Aren't you going to thank me for being such a good babysitter?

No? Awww, are you still grumpy because I checked your diaper in front of all those people at the pool? I'm pretty sure they already knew what you were wearing, sweetie. Your Mommy put you in those extra-thick swim diapers for a reason, and it wasn't to preserve your dignity. She told me explicitly to make sure as many people as possible find out you're being diaper punished.

Or is this about the spanking I gave you? Because I did warn you what would happen if you tried to stop me changing your dirty diaper in the ladies' room... Oh well, if you don't want your ice cream, that's fine. I have another, less optional treat for you to enjoy by the pool. Two big boobies full of breast-milk!

[boysrbabies]

Drop the attitude right now, mister. The guests are arriving any minute. Some of them are very important members of the matriarchal government, and you will be on your best behaviour. If you even think about asking to use the toilet, you'll be in serious trouble, little boy.

Yes, that means wetting and messing your diapers. I don't care how humiliating you find it. No arguing. And no fussing about being breastfed either! When you get hungry around dinnertime, I want you pawing at my chest and crying for milkies in front of everyone. Got it?

Enough. This isn't a debate. Having a properly infantilized husband is an important status symbol under the new order, and you are not going to embarrass me tonight. You will call me 'Mommy'. You will pee and poop in your diaper. You will nurse from my breasts. You will, in every way, act like a toddler for the entire evening. Or else I'll have the nanny spank you to tears every night for a week. Is that clear?

[boysrbabies]

What's the matter, sweetie? You don't like the Halloween costume I picked out for you? Awww, that's too bad, because I think it suits you! Remember last year, when you had too much to drink and got a bit flirty with another girl? She liked that sexy cowboy costume you had on, didn't she? Well that's not going to be an issue this time...

Yes baby, of course you have to put on the diaper. That's the main feature of the costume! It's extra-thick and extra-crinkly, so everyone will be able to tell you're wearing it. Look, it even has a cute little baby duck pattern to match the fluffy ducky on the front of your overalls! And your trainers are light-up too. Isn't that fun? And you've got a sweet little pacifier clipped to your top, so I can pop that in your mouth and keep you quiet if I need to.

That's enough fussing, honey. The first guests will be arriving soon, and you will be dressed like a toddler when they get here. But there's one more thing I need to go over with you first... That diaper isn't just for show. You won't be able to get out of those overalls without my help, and I have no intention of dressing and undressing you all night whenever you need to go pee-pee. I know what you're like when you get a couple of beers in you. So you'll be wetting your diaper instead. Just don't drink too much this time, or you might spring a leak! If that happens, I'll have no choice but to change you right here on the floor in front of everybody... So be on your best behaviour, okay?

[all4thedips]

The Regression Center: Chapter 17

Here’s chapter seventeen of the ongoing, collaborative story written by my friend, BoysRBabies, and me. Read Chapter 16 here.

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. Readers should also be 18+ only! 

Tyler woke the next morning to a dull, throbbing ache in his diaper. Like his junk was being compressed in a vice. He sat upright, staring down at the mound of bloated, yellowed padding between his legs. Something was wrong with that stupid fucking cage they put him in. Must be that. 

They’d warned him not to ‘fiddle with’ his diaper, or take it off, or stick his hands down in it. But this was an emergency. Besides, there weren’t any women in the nursery to yell at him now anyway--just him and a row of snoring men in oversized cribs, their pacifiers bobbing between slack lips, drool dribbling from the corners of their mouths.

He reached down to yank the damn diaper off to figure out what was going on and paused: puffy blue mittens were strapped around his hands. Or something resembling mittens, at least. They were a sturdy canvas dyed that specific nursery-pastel blue, with straps cinched tight at the wrists. He pawed at a diaper tape, but the mitt just slid off the slick plastic. He stuck a mitt between his knees, squeezed tight, and pulled, trying to yank it off. 

Nothing. They were not coming off. 

He vaguely remembered them putting something on his hands last night as part of the ridiculous bedtime routine, but at that point, he’d been exhausted by the day, and half out of it from whatever they put in the nighttime baby bottle. 

“Hey!” he shouted. “I need help.”

All around him were the sounds of a nursery full of oversized babies: a wet symphony of snores, mutters, and faint plastic rustles. There was a long, rattling snore like a clogged drain from the far end of the room. Someone mumbled something about ‘milkies,’ presumably in his sleep. The guy in the crib next to him honked a wet, muffled fart into his padding. 

“Hey!” Tyler shouted. He rattled the bars of his crib. “Get me out of here! Something’s wrong with my junk!” 

Silence.

This was bad. His stomach turned cold. Sweat slicked his neck. Everything they’d put him through here could be undone, but not permanent damage to his dick. He’d need that. More than ever, honestly: after all this shit she’d put him through, Monica would never be able to say anything about his late nights at the office, or extended business trips again. 

The door at the end of the room suddenly opened, and Miss Rosie walked in with Miss Elanor, pushing the train-themed diaper cart.  

“Choo choo! Here comes the diapee train!” Miss Rosie called out with far too much enthusiasm. 

“Listen to me!” Tyler shouted. “Something’s wrong in my diaper.” 

“Oh, is that so?” Miss Rosie said, pushing the cart over to his crib. “Looks like someone’s been riding the soggy express all night long. That’s not anything to worry about, though. That’s what lil diaperboys are supposed to do.” 

“I don’t care about that!” he snapped. “I--”

Miss Rosie clapped her hands together gleefully. “That’s wonderful, Ty-Ty! I’m so happy you’re embracing your new life as a bedwetter. It’ll make things so much easier.” 

“I’m not accepting a fu--” He bit his tongue and counted to five while Miss Rosie just smiled at him patiently. “It aches like it’s swollen,” he said as calmly as he could manage. “There’s something wrong with the cage. And I can’t do anything about it because of these mittens you put me in.” He waved his puffy mitts around.

“Cage?” she asked. “What cage would that be?” 

“The stupid torture device you put on my junk.”

“You’re not talking about your PeePee Pal, are you? He’s not a torture device. He’s your little buddy that’s gonna help keep you soft and snuggly.”

Tyler squeezed his fists inside the mitts, digging his nails into his palms. “Fine. Whatever. The PeePee Pal. It hurts. You need to take it off.” 

Miss Rosie stuck out her lip. “Aww. I know it’s a hard lesson--” she giggled “--but that’s just your body learning what that silly lil thing between your legs is and isn’t for. But don’t worry, it won’t last forever.” 

“What do you mean?” Tyler asked. 

Miss Rosie lowered the side of his crib. She placed a warm hand on his clammy thigh. “Your pee-pee will eventually stop struggling and just stay little all the time. Just like you! It’s kinda like the diapers, really: you can fight all you want, but after a while your body will just give up and stop trying to get hard, or hold it for the potty--silly stuff like that.” 

Tyler’s jaw flexed. He stared past her at the wall. He was sure it was a lie. Well, mostly sure. 

“Sit up,” Miss Rosie said. “That’ll help.” 

Tyler sighed and swung his legs over the side of the crib. “And what about these? Why am I wearing them? Unlawful restraint. You know I’m going to include this in the lawsuit, right?” 

Miss Rosie nodded, her mouth pursed like she was trying not to laugh. “Oh, of course. The lawsuit.” 

“So…?” he said, wiggling the mitts around. 

“You were misbehaving last night, after…” Her gaze, normally so direct, darted away for a moment. 

“After what?” he pressed. 

“After we started getting you ready for night-nights.” 

He slowly shook his head. He remembered them getting him ready, mostly. “I’m not--”

“See, isn’t your pee-pee feeling better already? Sometimes, fussy boys just need a distraction. And look, there’s Miss Elanor with the choo-choo train. I bet a nice, fresh diaper will feel good, huh?” 

Tyler tried to remember last night. After the totally bizarre breastfeeding thing, they’d stuck him back in a diaper and given him dinner, or at least what counted for dinner around here. Then there was story time. A diaper change, and--

Wait.

He’d seen something in the hallway as they were getting him ready for the night. What was it? 

“Come, lie on down again,” Miss Rosie said.

“Huh?” 

“Unless you wanna sit in that soggy diaper all morning. Some boys like wet britches, after all. They like wiggling and squirming in ‘em. Miss Cindy thinks it’s because they like how it feels on their boy parts, but I think it’s just because it reminds them they are diaperboys.” 

“Right,” Tyler muttered. It was the most he could muster.

Miss Rosie leaned in close and dropped her voice to a whisper. “Some boys even like sitting in mucky, messy diapers. I wonder if you’ll be one of those…”

He didn’t fight back. Didn’t say anything. He let Miss Rosie slowly lower him onto his back again in the crib as he racked his brain for what he’d seen in the hallway last night. Something startling, but it was all fuzzy. 

Miss Rosie popped the tapes and began wiping him down. He stared at the ceiling, trying to recall last night and what he’d seen. 

“Your PeePee Pal seems alright,” Miss Rosie said. She lifted the small cage with a finger and then let it drop again. “Though it looks like he’s been crying a bit.”

That dragged Tyler back to the present again. “Huh? No. Everything has been aching this morning. I need someone to take it off. Wait--did you say ‘crying?’”

Miss Rosie dabbed at his cage and came back with a bit of clear stickiness on the tip of her finger. “You made your Pal so sad by fighting against him he cried. See?”

A bark of disbelief escaped him at the absurdity of it all. “Sure. If you say so.” 

“I do say so, Tyger.”

“Fine. So can we do something about it?” 

Miss Rosie nodded. “Alright, then. You were going to be taking a class with Miss Calli later this afternoon, but I can move that to this morning. She helps boys form a lifelong bond with their Pals.” 

Tyler gritted his teeth. A lifelong bond with an inanimate object. That made zero sense. But maybe Calli would at least know something about these things. Maybe she’d agree with him that it needed to come off before it did permanent damage.

“Sure. Okay.” 

Miss Rosie beamed. “Wonderful. Now, let's finish your change so we can send you to Miss Calli in a fresh diaper, ‘k?”

***

It took Tyler a moment to recognize the three young women sitting at the front of Miss Calli’s class. He couldn’t remember their names, but they’d been there for the humiliating pooping class. They each wore a different colored dress--one cherry red, one daffodil yellow, one mint green--like they had for the previous class, which had seemed odd at the time, but was most likely just another instance of the center assuming the drooling prisoners under their ‘care’ wouldn’t be able to keep the women straight otherwise.

They remembered him. Three sets of eyes lit up. “Ty-ty!” the girl in the red dress said. “I’m so excited to see you again. We’re gonna learn loads together.” 

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Ethan’s plan was supposed to be simple: impress Chloe at the community pool and land a date before the square dance. Instead, a harsh lifeguard and a single bad choice turn all of that on its head. It’s a long, hot summer ahead, and Ethan’s about to learn that some humiliations don’t wash off.

No Running, No Diving, No Dignity—and definitely no chance of keeping your big-boy shorts.

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[all4thedips]

The Regression Center: Chapter 16

Here’s the long-awaited chapter sixteen of the ongoing, collaborative story written by my friend, BoysRBabies, and me. Read Chapter 15 here.

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. Readers should also be 18+ only! 

Miss Rosie had missed a spot when she’d wiped the pee dribbles off his legs earlier. A couple of yellow droplets clung to his hairless inner thigh. He thought about wiping them off, but then it would be on his hand. 

As if that mattered. 

He’d spent half of yesterday sitting in a loaded diaper: the heat; the weight; the stink that made him gag just to think about. A little pee on his legs and hands was nothing in comparison. That thought wasn’t a comfort, though. Quite the opposite. They’d warped him, already. Moved his goal posts for what was tolerable.

“Come on, Ty-Ty,” Miss Rosie said. She escorted him, Kevie, and Benji out of the room where they’d put him in this stupid cage. 

‘Not a cage,’ she’d corrected him earlier. ‘Your PeePee Pal.’ 

His stomach had turned at the way she’d said it, like it was a favor. A blessing they’d bestowed on him. She’d gone on more about ‘naughty thoughts’ and ‘sticky diapers’ and claimed, again, that he and his PeePal would become best friends—even closer friends than the thick, puffy monsters they taped around his hips. When he’d asked how long, she said forever, as if it were as obvious as his bare ass hanging out in front of them. Then she’d told him he didn’t need to cry (he wasn’t), and that he’d have classes to help him adjust soon.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it as he followed her down the hallway. The Pal was impossibly tight, making him constantly aware of its rigidity, and he was totally limp and soft. What would it be like when he got hard? 

Kevie and Benji looked nearly as shellshocked as he felt. Blank stares. Twitchy hands. Kevie kept moving his lips, but no words came out. They walked along behind Miss Rosie. Benji’s pink pig poked out between his legs, somehow both silly and obscene. Kevie kept covering his bunny rabbit with his hand, then dropping it away when he realized what he was doing. Or when he realized Miss Rosie might turn around and scold him for hiding ‘who he was.’

They passed a group of women in the hallway, and he felt suddenly conscious of their eyes on his bare butt. On his locked bits. Bizarrely, he felt almost more babyish without the thick padding between his legs. It was as if he were a silly little toddler running around in his birthday suit, and nobody minded him because of course, it wasn’t offensive for a baby to be naked, and it certainly wasn’t sexy. It was merely cute. Harmless. Something for the women to chuckle about. 

He’d asked to be put in a diaper. He’d actually asked. And yet now, for the first time, they hadn’t put one on him. “Soon,” Miss Rosie had said. “You only just made a tinkle, so I don’t think we need to worry about you making another puddle on the floor. And if you do, it’s no big deal.” She’d shrugged and smiled indulgently. “Babies do that sometimes.”

Miss Rosie paused outside a door. “I have something very special for you boys, now. We had it scheduled for today anyway, but this is perfect timing. We like your little troublemakers to be all settled in their new homes before this next lesson. Helps keep any naughty thoughts contained.” 

“Wha, what is it?” Kevie asked. 

“Well, if you go on in, I’ll tell you, sillybuns,” Miss Rosie said.

Kevie stepped inside. Benji followed a moment later.

“I can’t go in there without clothes on,” Tyler said. 

“Silly boy. You’re wearing a shirt. And your PeePee Pal. Besides, modesty is for ladies.”

“That’s. I…”

“In you go, Ty-Ty,” Miss Rosie chirped, giving his backside a firm pat. “Join your little friends. We’ve got another extra-special lesson for you this evening.”

Tyler sighed and stepped into the room, tugging his baby blue shirt as low as it would go, which wasn’t nearly low enough. The stupid thing barely covered his belly button to begin with.

Once again, the brightly-coloured kindergarten furniture had been pushed against the walls. But this time, a number of rocking chairs had been set up in their place, evenly spaced around the room. Miss Nora, the same woman who’d overseen the awful ‘public pants pooping’ lesson the day before, was here again, clapping her hands for silence.

“Okay, boys, it’s time for another practical lesson! Some lovely ladies from the local community have volunteered to come in to help you, and I expect you all to be on your best behaviour. Today’s subject is breastfeeding!”

Tyler felt a cold, dropping sensation in his stomach, like icewater sluicing into his gut. A door opened, and a group of women was escorted inside. They were older than the college students had been, looking as though they ranged in age from their late twenties to their early fifties. They strained against their blouses, cleavage instantly drawing the gaze of nearly every boy in the room.

The ABC staff divided them up, one for each diaperboy, and Tyler soon found himself face to face with a raven-haired, heavily tanned woman of around forty. She had big hoop earrings, a wide smile, and an extremely generous bust.

“Awww, wook at his widdle bum-bum!” 

Before Tyler could so much as move a muscle, the woman had reached behind him and pinched his ass. “What a cutie-patootie! How come you don’t got a diapie on, mister? Is it ‘cause you’re a big boy? Somehow, I doubt that.” She bellowed a throaty laugh that made her earrings sway.

Tyler tried to protect his backside from the woman’s roaming hands, her nails grazing his skin. He twisted aside.

She went for his junk next. She jiggled the orange tiger cage that imprisoned his manhood with the tip of one long, red fingernail. “Definitely not a big boy. No more stiffie-wiffies for you, hmm? Poor baby! I’d have guessed a handsome boy like you would have a big wee-wee, but it must be pretty itty-bitty if it’s able to squeeze in there.”

Tyler’s face burned. He gave her a slow up-and-down glare meant to cut her down. “Or maybe you just don’t do anything to excite me.” 

The woman raised an eyebrow. She looked more amused than annoyed.

He squeezed his fists, digging his nails into his palms.

Miss Rosie put her hand on his shoulder. “Tyger here has some outdated, selfish views about women. Like we’re all just props for his conquests. But we’re doing our best to get him on a better track, aren’t we, Ty-Ty?” 

“My ideas are outdated?” Tyler said. “You put me in a medieval chastity cage like I’m some princess locked in a castle.” 

Miss Rosie sighed. “See what I mean? He just can’t see the difference between a powerful princess being robbed of her agency and a silly diaperboy—a diaperboy who has already caused so much hurt with that silly little thingy between his thighs—being put in his proper place.” 

The woman shrugged. “Happy I can do my part. Should I be worried about him spraying my blouse?” She waved her hand at Tyler’s parts.

“Well, he is a bit of a dribbler,” Miss Rosie said. “And I’m sure a tum-tum full of milkies will only turn up the faucet.” 

“That’s ridiculous,” Tyler said with as much gusto as he could muster with pee droplets drying on his skin. 

Miss Rosie continued, ignoring him. “He just piddled all over his legs. Should’ve seen it. Reminded me of a clumsy lil pup lifting its leg on the carpet. So I suppose it’s appropriate we’ll get you a puppy pad to protect your lap.” 

She chuckled, and the woman chuckled along with her. 

Miss Rosie gestured at one of the aides, who walked over with a blue and white puppy pad.

“My name’s Evelyn, honey,” the seated woman said. “I’m your wetnurse, if you haven’t figured that out already.” She paused. “But I’d prefer not getting wet, if you know what I mean.” 

“Seriously?” Tyler asked. “Monica is gonna have a shi—she’s not going to like this. Me playing with another chick’s tits? Even one who’s more on the cougar end of things.” 

Both women burst out laughing. 

The laugh cut sharper than any scolding, leaving his words dangling. Pathetic.

“Sweetie, I’m not sure anyone will see a locked-up diaperboy with piddle spots on his legs and anxious wittle goosebumps on his arms as much of a sexual threat. Besides, your mommy signed off on this. She wants you to be ready for her. You’ll have a lot of breastfeeding in your future.” 

“No frickin’ way,” he said. “Unh-uh.”

Miss Rosie put her hand on his back and gently pushed him closer. “This will help you build a new kind of intimacy with your mommy. Warm and cuddly and oh-so-special.” 

“I’m not doing it.”

Miss Rosie. “Really? Such a big, strong man who loves talking about all his grown-up conquests is scared of a lady’s breasts? I’m surprised.” 

“It’s just stupid,” he said. 

All around the room, shirts were being pulled up. Bras unclasped. Diaperboys were crawling onto laps and settling into place as well as they could. 

“Ty-Ty likes doing things with a red bottom,” Miss Rosie said to Evelyn. “I think it must be his favorite color.” 

“Fine,” Tyler seethed. 

You wanna play this game? I’ll have this woman moaning my name in ten minutes. They can put that in the report to Monica. 

“That’s a good boy,” Miss Rosie said. “Now be gentle. If he’s rough, Evelyn, let me know and I’ll handle it.” 

Miss Evelyn put a hand on his back and drew him closer. He settled awkwardly onto the puppy pad on her thighs, his legs draped over the large rocking chair’s arm. He felt so exposed with his bare butt hanging out in the breeze, cool air from the AC needling his crack. 

Evelyn drew up her blouse and unclasped her bra, exposing a heavy, pendulous breast that jiggled as it came free. Her nipple, pink and full, had a drop of milk perched on its tip. She cupped the back of his head and in her hand and drew him closer. “Heeerre we goooo.” 

He’d had plenty of breasts in his mouth. Squeezed and sucked and played with them. Watched the women moan and writhe and beg for more. Beg for his cock in them. This was different. No heat of conquest. No control. Just being guided, helpless. She was in control here, and his cock was out of the picture. Locked, limp, and totally useless.

Well, maybe not totally limp. 

The tight fit had grown a bit tighter still, the ring pulling at his full balls. 

“You’ll have to open wider than that, sweetie,” Evelyn said, chuckling. 

Tyler opened his mouth, and she guided her nipple between his lips. Her skin soft and gently pebbled against his lips and on his tongue. The smell of her body, of vanilla lotion, filled him. 

“Mmmmm, such a good boy,” she sighed. 

He felt her words as much as he heard them, along with the gentle rush of her heart and rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing. 

“Now go ahead,” she said gently. “Just like you do with your ba-ba.”

 He started to suck. Warm, sweet milk immediately filled his mouth.

“Mmmmm, there you go.” She gently rubbed his cheek with her thumb. “Such a sweet boy.” 

He drifted into a pleasant haze. His eyelids heavy. His limbs slack. The world warm. Comfy. Soft. Sweet milk filled his mouth and ran down his throat. There was something he’d meant to do, wasn’t there? He’d wanted to…he couldn’t think of it. Had they drugged him again? With her milk? That didn’t make sense. And it didn’t matter. 

He floated.

“Ty-Ty,” Miss Rosie was whispering in his ear.

He opened his eyes to see her standing over him, rubbing his back. He was still on Evelyn’s lap, her nipple resting on his lips. She smiled down at him. 

“Time to get up,” Miss Rosie said.

“You did wonderful, sweetie,” Evelyn said. “Your mommy is going to be so proud of her special little man.” 

“Did he…?” Miss Rosie asked. 

Evelyn shook her head. “Perfect little gentleman. Though I think this puppy pad took about all it could handle. He’s quite the little firehose.” 

Tyler jerked upright and nearly toppled off her lap. The puppy pad he sat on was swollen, damp, and yellow. “I didn’t do that,” he said reflexively. 

Miss Rosie giggled. “No? It must have been the tinkle fairy then, hmm? Come on, now. Say buh-bye to Miss Evelyn.” She took his hand and helped him off her lap. 

He swayed on his feet, trying to make sense of what had happened. How long had he been there? His thoughts felt fuzzy, and there was a gentle ringing in his ears. Milk still coated his tongue and lips.

One of the aides led another diaperboy over. He stood there, off to the side, waiting. Miss Evelyn slid her bra down into place, giving him one last look at her breast before it was hidden. Then she raised her shirt on the other side and unclasped her bra. 

The other diaperboy walked over, hands clasped behind his back, his greedy eyes locked on her chest. 

Tyler felt a stab of jealousy. Of hurt. And then just as rapidly, of foolishness. 

What the hell is wrong with you? You have no connection to this woman. She’s just another tool in this system of control and humiliation. 

Then Miss Rosie was ushering him out the door and into the hallway. “Time to get you in a diaper, Ty-Ty. All safe and secure again.” 

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Hailey volunteers for SHINE, a college organization that believes all males belong in diapers.

While spreading the good word door-to-door, she meets Martin. He's rude, surly, and smells like he hasn't showered in days. She knows he belongs in diapers, but there's no way he will agree willingly. So she enlists some help - and goes to increasingly extreme measures - to put Martin in his place and ensure he will never get out of diapers again.

[mommy-helen]

[sophiexlittle]

I like my men all incompetent 🍼🤤

[mommyandpee]

Pretending to be a big boy is so exhausting, isn't it?

Maybe you're already wearing a diaper under your dress-up clothes, secretly hoping someone will see the waistband peaking out and check your padded bottom for the telling blue line. You'll feel so embarrassed when they discover you're just a little baby who can't even make it to the potty on his own.

But you can't help it, can you? It feels too good to go pee-pee in your diaper, feeling the padding swell with warmth. I know your potty parts get hard as soon as you feel the urge to go. Maybe you try to hold it and convince yourself you're an adult who doesn't need diapers, but we both know that's not true. It's such a relief when you finally have an accident and you get to sit in a warm, wet diaper for the rest of the day.

By the time you get home, your poor little prince parts are too needy to focus on anything but making cummies in your soaked diaper. You grab the first stuffy or buzzy toy you see and hump, hump, hump. The soft, wet padding rubbing against your precious cock is almost too much for such a little thing. Imagine if you tried to stroke yourself like the big boys do!

Everyone else in your life may think you're a man, but Mommy knows the truth. You're just a sweet potty pants who can't even be trusted long enough to take his diaper off during playtime. This is what you want, though, isn't it? You would much rather make humpies in your diaper than try to fuck like the grownups do.

You won't last long - you never do. But that's okay. You're just a silly little baby, after all! The sticky mess in your Pampers will remind you of that even when you're pretending to be a big boy.

[mommyandpee]

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.

[boysrbabies]

We need to have a little talk, sweetie. I know you’ve got a big sex drive, but Mommy’s tired of you always wanting to put your tiny tinkle in her special place for a few quick in-and-outs. It's just boring. So I’m going to put some restrictions on when we do the dirty, okay? From now on you’ll only get it under two conditions.

First, you only get sex after a spanking. You’ll ask for ‘big boy playtime with Mommy’ and I’ll spank you over my knee. Once I’ve reduced you to tears and you’ve apologized for being so mediocre in the bedroom, I’ll get naked and give my red-bottomed boy a very grown-up reward. Aren’t you lucky!

Second, you only get sex after a diaper change. That’s right sweetie, you’ll be wearing diapers from now on. And when they’re wet or messy, which they will be because I’m banning you from the potty, I’ll take you to your changing table and get you all cleaned up. Then after I’m done teasing you for being a big baby, I’ll hop up myself and give you a ride. Doesn’t that sound fun?

[boysrbabies]

Hi babe! Are you having fun with the babysitter? How many stinky diapers has she had to change so far? Four? Five? Hahaha! Sorry, but it’s just so funny to me that you can’t control yourself anymore!

Where am I? Some dude’s place. I met him at the club. He’s just grabbing some condoms from the bathroom so we can have some real fun. Of course if he was lying about those seven inches, I brought along some of that incontinence serum I used on you and I’m gonna dose him with it. Shhh!

Anyway, got to go! I hear him coming back. Either I’m about to get railed, or the number of diaper-dependent loser boys in the world is about to grow by one! See ya later, poopy-pants!

[all4thedips]

Letting Go

Author's Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. Readers should also be 18+ only!

Kevin hesitated in the hallway. He clutched Cosmo to his chest. Inhaled the familiar smell of baby powder and his own breath in the stuffy’s fur. 

“Come on in, cutie-patootie,” Mommy Beth said. She stood in the bathroom doorway, blocking his view of the interior. 

He spent so little time in there these days. A few minutes brushing his teeth. Twice-a-week bubble baths. She even brushed his hair and clipped his nails in the nursery more often than not. The bathroom was her domain. She’d close and lock the door to do in private what he did in his diaper. He tried to leave her alone when she was in the bathroom, but sometimes, he couldn’t help himself. He’d ask for a snack. Or for permission to stay up later to watch Johnny Quest reruns. “Mamas need a little peace and quiet, too,” she’d say. Or “Your potty is wherever you are. Please let me have this space.”

But not today. Today, she invited him in. 

“What’s going on?” he asked. “Am I in trouble?”

She planted her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side. “You’d know it if you were in trouble, mister. Now stop being silly and get your bum in here.” 

He shuffled across the thick carpet, pausing at the doorway.

“Close your eyes,” she said.  

His stomach fluttered. He closed his eyes.

She wrapped her soft fingers in his and led him forward onto the cool tile. “Alright, go ahead and open ‘em.” 

“Woah,” he gasped. 

A Captain America costume hung from the shower curtain rod. Not the cheap, plasticky kind from the pharmacy or the slightly nicer pajama style you found at Halloween stores. This was thick, well-stitched material. The colors were the correct shade. It even had padding for the biceps and abs that didn’t look like foam stuffing. A shield with some heft hung from a strap next to the costume. This was custom-made by someone who knew what they were doing. Someone who cared.

“Really?” He said. “For me?” 

She laughed. “Unless you know someone else who wants a Captain America costume with extra room sewed into the seat for a big ol’ diapie.” He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face against her warm neck. “Thank you. I love it.”   

She kissed the top of his forehead. “There are a couple of Comic-Con tickets in my bedroom that go with it. I thought you might like to show it off.” 

He felt his smile grow even wilder. “You’re the best. The absolute best.” 

“There’s just one thing I need you to do, cutie-patootie. I want to be sure you get years of enjoyment out of it.” 

He broke free of the hug and nodded vigorously. “Of course. I’ll hang it up in my closet whenever I’m not using it.” 

“I’m more worried about stains and smells.” 

“I won’t wear it when I’m eating, either.”

She stepped aside, revealing something else. A potty training chair. Blue plastic with a foam-padded seat. Someone had put superhero stickers all over it.  

“What’s that?” 

She chuckled. “It’s been that long since you’ve seen a potty, hhhmm? Forgot what they are?”

“Do I…I have to potty train to wear the costume?” He adored the outfit, but not enough to give up his diapers and everything that came with them.

“Of course not! I love you being my lil squishbutt. Besides, you really think you could?” 

Kevin shrugged. “Probably.” 

“Are you forgetting the accident you had at Whole Foods last week? You peed down your jeans into your sneakers. And the week before that, you soaked your car seat and I had to put the cushions through the wash. Does that ring a bell, mister?” 

Kevin blushed. “I thought you wanted me to be your squishbutt.” 

“Sweetie, I do. You are my squishbutt. That’s the point. I just don’t want…” She bit her lip. Sucked in a deep breath and exhaled. “I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I don’t need any more accidents like you had at my sister’s.” 

Dinner at Sarah’s had been a disaster. One of the worst nights of his life, in fact. It was the first time he’d been to Sarah’s house since she’d discovered his hidden stash of diapers and broken off their relationship in a fit of crying and accusations. The first time he’d talked to her since he’d gone off the deep end, sending increasingly depressed and desperate texts. Buying her expensive gifts she’d return or throw away. Leaving long, late-night voicemails. 

Beth had intervened to keep him from fully imploding. She’d shown up on his doorstep one evening with a tray of cookies and a warning that he needed to give her sister space. She’d been kind. Understanding. She’d actually listened to his side of things. Concerned for her sister, yes, but also for the guy who had his diapers and onesies dumped on the living room floor. Empathy led to friendship. Friendship had blossomed into something more—something special and amazing. 

Beth had maintained her relationship with her sister. But until Sarah extended the olive branch of dinner, Kevin kept his distance. Dinner with the two of them had been awkward but basically fine. Lots of small talk about the meal, the weather, and Sarah’s work. She started to open up around dessert time, even making a half-hearted joke about his ‘pampers’ that only partially turned his heart inside out. Then he’d peed all over her couch. A sudden, soggy mess that had ended with Sarah snapping and him hiding in the car until Beth came out.  

“Since you’re so worried about leaks all of a sudden,” he snapped, “maybe you should buy me thicker diapers.”

Mommy raised her eyebrows. “Or maybe I need to put you down for a nap, and we can talk about this later when you’re not so cranky.” 

He threw his hands in the air. “You don’t want me to potty train, but you bought me a potty chair. And you don’t want me to leak, but you won’t get me thicker diapers.” 

“Don’t be silly. You know this mama buys the thirstiest dips they’ll sell me. And half the time, I add a stuffer for your soggy butt, too. It’s not that.” 

He stared, waiting. 

“You need to stop holding on, Kevin.” 

“I’m not holding anything. I haven’t used the toilet in…I don’t even know how long.”

She sighed. “You’re not listening to what I’m saying. You wait and wait like you’re still using the potty, and then you flood all at once. You’re not going to use the potty again, mister. Well, except for this one, and you’re keeping your diaper on for that. So it’s time to stop holding on to your potty training.”  

“I know that,” he said. “I don’t want to go back.” 

“Really? Because it seems like you’re clinging to that bit of control. Thinking that if you wake up one day and decide you want to go back to your old life, go back to my sister, that’ll still be possible, so as long as you’re still potty trained. You need to let go.” 

“No way. I’m not holding on to anything. And definitely not holding onto anything with Sarah.” 

“Mmmhmm…”

A moment of silence hung between them.

“So you’ll indulge this mama?”

He shrugged. “Fine. Sure.” 

She smiled and patted his diapered butt. “Alright, then. If you don’t want me to return that costume and those tickets, you need to use your new potty every time anyone uses the big potty today.” 

“Seriously?”

“That’ll get you used to going more often. And if you’re going when I am in, it’ll help both of us remember that you shouldn’t be holding it.” She drew up her dress, pulled down her panties, and sat on the toilet.  

Kevin stared. He’d never seen her naked. Not from the waist down, anyway. Their relationship wasn’t like that. On special nights, she took off her top and let him nurse while she stuck a hand down her panties. She slapped his hand and called him a bad baby the one time he’d tried to put his hand in her panties.  

“Leave your diaper on and sit on Mr. Potty,” she said. 

Kevin looked at the potty training chair. Big, as far as these things went, but still tiny for him. This wasn’t a problem. A bit silly, but not a problem. He hadn’t been holding it like she said. He didn’t want to go back to his old life. And he definitely didn’t want to go back to Sarah. Thinking about her twisted him into knots. 

He lowered himself onto the foam seat. “Happy?” 

Mommy placed three fingertips against the front of his dry diaper. A moment later, he heard the tinkle of her peeing. 

“So what am I supposed to do, exactly?” he asked. 

“Stop holding it. Just let go whenever you feel the urge.” 

“Oookkkay. What if I don’t feel the urge now?”

“You do.”  

“I don’t.”

“Kevin.”

He sighed and closed his eyes. He thought about waterfalls. Hoses. Sprinklers. 

“I can’t,” he said.

She started humming the tune to Itsy Bitsy Spider. 

“What are you doing?”

“The itsy bitsy boy bits taped in the diaper fluff. 

Down poured the pee-pee and soaked the baby’s stuff. 

Out came his mummy, who changed his soggy seat. 

And the itsy bitsy boy bits were dry for half a beat.”

Kevin smiled reluctantly. That was cute. And clever. Just like his Mommy. 

“Come on, sweetie,” she said. “Sing along with me.” 

He shook his head.

“Don’t be shy. The itsy bitsy boy bits…”

“...taped in the diaper fluff,” he sang quietly. 

“Down poured the pee-pee and soaked the baby’s stuff.” 

“Out came his mummy, who changed his soggy seat.” 

“And the itsy bitsy boy bits were dry for half a beat.”

As if on cue, warmth enveloped the front of his diaper. Washing over his balls. Soaking the seat. He opened his eyes.

Mommy smiled down at him. “What a good boy you are for Mama.” 

***

“How’s my cutie-patootie doing?” Mommy Beth asked.  

Kevin sprawled out on his nursery floor, reading a Conan comic. Mommy stood in the doorway to his nursery, a bottle of juice in hand. He’d just finished his first bottle of apple juice a few minutes ago and wasn’t the least bit thirsty.

She knelt down next to him and placed a hand between his legs. “You haven’t wet again since you sat on Mr. Potty, have you?” 

He shrugged. “You haven’t either.” 

She giggled. “You’re right. But mama isn’t in diapers, is she?” 

“No.” 

“Well, I’ve been chugging water, so we’re going to have lots of chances to work on this together. Come on, let’s go.” 

“I don’t want to. I’m reading.” 

“Sweetie, I’m not asking. Come on.” 

He sighed and stood up. “Fine.” 

Once again, Mommy pulled up her dress and sat on the toilet. He sat down next to her on his ridiculous plastic potty. His knees poked up awkwardly. The tile was cold on his feet. He didn’t miss being in here at all. She was crazy if she thought he wanted to go back to the way things were. He leaned back, and a staticky flushing sound came out of a speaker on top of the plastic potty. 

“No flushing until you’ve made your tinkles, you little cheater.” A moment later, he heard the gentle patter of her peeing. 

“This is dumb,” he said. 

Mommy started humming. 

“Mama had a little lamb 

His diaper white as snow

Every time that mama went

Baby had to go 

He held his tinkles in one day 

Lamby broke the rule 

Now naughty Lamby’s back

In diaper training school”

Kevin grunted. 

“Come on, sing along with me,” Mommy cooed. 

“I don’t wanna sing, and I don’t wanna pee.” 

Mommy turned to him. “What happened to ‘I don’t have to?’ Now you don’t want to? See, baby, you are holding it.” 

“Shouldn’t matter if I’ve been holding it,” he said. “If you changed me more often, it wouldn’t matter.” 

Mommy frowned, and he instantly regretted his words. Still, it was true. He was already wet when he leaked at the store, in the car, and at Sarah’s. If he’d been dry, that wouldn’t have happened. 

She dabbed herself with toilet paper, flushed the toilet, and washed her hands, all without saying a word. She left the bathroom and came back a moment later with the full bottle of apple juice, a fresh diaper, and a stack of picture books. 

“What’s all that for?” 

She pointed at the floor. “Lie down. I’m changing your diaper.” 

He gave her his fiercest scowl and lowered himself onto the hard tile. “Why aren’t you changing me in the nursery? This isn’t comfy.” 

“You know, for a baby, you sure do like to be in control,” she said. She popped the tapes on his diaper and pulled it down. “When you use your diapers. Where you get changed. Next thing I know, you’ll probably be telling me when I’m allowed to use the bathroom.”

“It’s just not comfortable in here. That’s all.” 

She pulled the wet diaper out from beneath him, and his clammy bum connected with the chilly tile. “You should’ve thought of that before you blamed Mama for your leaks.” She slid a fresh diaper underneath him. “You’re staying in here until you’ve wet your diaper.” 

“What?! That’s not fair.” 

“I’ve brought you books, a fresh diapie, and something to drink. I expect you to drink all of the juice by the time I check on you.” She brought the front of the diaper up and taped it into place. “Now sit on that potty, mister.” 

He sat up and then flopped down onto the potty chair. 

She set the stack of books on his bare legs. “Take this time to learn a thing or two.” She left the room.

Kevin looked down. Danny Duckling Learns to Use the Potty. The cover showed a fluffy yellow duck with an even fluffier diaper around its waist. Kevin sighed and flipped open the cover. There wasn’t anything else to do, and he didn’t dare get up and leave.

“Danny Duckling was a sweet, clever duck. He loved to bake cookies with his mother, play catch with his brothers and sisters, and dance with his cousin Maisel Mallard.”

The page showed Danny, wearing nothing but a pink tutu and a fluffy white diaper, doing a pirouette in the living room. 

“But there was one thing Danny wasn’t good at yet: using the potty! Danny was tired of wearing a soggy diaper. He wanted to be a big duck, like his brothers and sisters.” 

The page showed a bunch of ducks playing ball in a field, all big smiles and levity, while Danny Duckling sat off by himself in a diaper. 

“But Danny Duckling was so very forgetful. Mother Duck would remind him to use the potty, but he’d get so distracted with his games and his puzzles he’d forget to hold his wee.”

Danny lay down on the floor, big diapered butt poking into the air, reading a book. His diaper had a tinge of yellow to it. 

“One day, Mother Duck decided to try something different. She took off Danny’s diaper and said he’d have to practice holding his wee, just like he practiced ballet with Maisel.” 

Danny stood in the middle of the room, sans diaper, with a worried expression on his face. 

“At first, he had lots of little accidents.” 

Danny, standing next to a puddle in the middle of the kitchen. 

“But just like dancing, the more he practiced holding his wee until he was on the potty, the easier it became.” 

Danny sitting proudly atop the potty. 

“Until one day, Danny didn’t have to practice anymore. He didn’t have to think about holding it at all - he just did!”

The final page showed Danny playing ball in the field with the other ducks.  

Kevin rolled his eyes. Did she really think he needed a children’s book to explain potty training, Kevin wondered. He dropped the book on the floor and looked at the next one. Mary Moongoose Does the Potty Dance. 

Kevin sighed. 

***

Mommy returned five books later. 

Kevin had grown bored with the books. Each one repeated the same theme over and over again, each with a different cutesy character: if you wanted to potty train, you needed to practice holding your pee. 

“How’re you doing cutie-patootie,” Mommy asked. 

“Fine,” he said. He’d been rehearsing his response. At first, when he was still angry with her, it was going to be nasty. Something about how she was torturing him. About how his stomach was uncomfortable from being all bunched up. About how his knees were stiff. He’d show her how the potty seat, soft as it was, left red marks on his thighs. 

But the longer he sat there, the less angry he became. He wanted to make her happy; he just needed to show her that this was totally unnecessary. He pointed at the stack of books. “Pretty sure I’ll be potty trained soon,” he joked. “If a duck, a mongoose, a giraffe, and an alien can use the toilet, I can.” 

“Ha! Sure. And I’m running a marathon next week.” 

She bent over, hands on her knees. Long, light brown hair falling around her face. Her large breasts— ‘nursies’ they both called them now—hanging low in her shirt. “And how’s that diaper, hmmmm? I see you’ve finished another bottle of apple juice. I hope that’s not hurting your tum-tum.” 

“Haven’t really had to go.” He paused. “Well, maybe a little.” 

She gently squeezed the front of his diaper. The plastic crinkled. “Dry as when I left you. Don’t tell me you don’t have to pee after that whole bottle.” 

He blushed. She was right. He did have to go. And he had been holding it without thinking. 

“Alright. Mama is going to sing you another diaper training song, baby.” 

Kevin groaned.

“I want you to relax and soak your diapie for me.” 

“I'm a little pee-pot

Short and stout

Taped in a diapie

Never let out

When I have to wee-wee

I start to pout

Tickle my tummy, and the wee pours out”

Nothing. 

“Okay, let’s try again,” Mommy said. “Sing along with me.”

“I’m a little pee-pot…”

“...I’m a little pee-pot.” 

“Short and stout…”

“...Short and stout.” 

Warm wetness splashed against the inside of the diaper, making a faint hissing sound. 

Mommy kept singing. “Taped in a diapie, never let out.” She gave the squishy front of his diaper a gentle squeeze. 

Kevin moaned contentedly and kept wetting. He’d needed to go. Badly. 

“When I have to wee-wee, I start to pout. Tickle my tummy, and the wee pours out.” She let go of his diaper and tickled his bare tummy. 

Kevin giggled. 

“Alright, baby,” Mommy said. “Stand up. I want to show you something.” 

Kevin stood up. He swayed on his feet a bit after all that time sitting down. His soaked diaper hung heavy between his thighs. 

Mommy pointed into the potty. He didn’t need to look to see what she was pointing at; the moment he stood he felt the wet trickle that had snuck out of the leg gather and run down his thigh. Sure enough, there was a small, yellow puddle in the plastic potty.

Kevin blushed. “Oh.” 

“Yeah. ‘Oh.’ Let’s get you changed into a fresh diaper.” She didn’t lecture. Didn’t rub it in. Didn’t try to make him feel bad. “Then you can help Mama make dinner.” 

***

Kevin’s new diaper didn’t stay dry for long. 

He was spooning chocolate chip cookie batter onto a baking sheet when he felt a twinge in his bladder. The faintest bit of pressure. He went about his business, ignoring the sensation like he’d done his entire potty-trained life. 

He glanced over at Mommy. She hummed happily while chopping carrots for a salad. She didn’t want him to be potty trained. Not even a little. And he wanted to make her happy. Happier than any boy had ever made a girl. Happier than any baby had ever made its mama. 

He took a deep breath and relaxed. A trickle—barely noticeable—warmed the front of his diaper. 

“Is everything alright?” Mommy asked. She set down her knife and wiped her hands on her apron. “You look…I’m not sure.”

Kevin glanced down at his diaper. A tiny circle of wetness dotted the front. 

Mommy’s gaze tracked his. “Oh. Ohhh, I see,” she cooed. “You’re such a good boy. And cute as a button, too.” 

Kevin smiled from his soul upwards. 

They cooked together for the next hour. Laughing. Talking about TV shows. About which of the potty training books had the best artwork. About Mommy’s new coworker’s strange eating habits. Every time Kevin felt the need to pee, he let it happen. No big fuss, just a warm, comforting release. 

Mommy was taking the lasagna out of the oven when there was a knock on their apartment door. 

“Can you get the door, please, baby,” Mommy said.  

He’d put a t-shirt on but was otherwise just in his diaper. “Um…” 

“It’ll be okay. Get the door so I can wrap this up.” 

Kevin’s heart thump-thump-thumped in his chest. Maybe they’d received a package, and the delivery person dropped it off and left. But that didn’t make sense. Not on a Saturday evening. 

Knock knock knock 

“Come on, sweetie,” Mommy said. “Trust your mama. It’ll be okay.” 

Kevin opened the door. 

A stranger—some guy in his early thirties with a flannel shirt and closely cropped beard—stood there with a bottle of wine in his hand. Next to him, in a sun dress and those strappy sandals he loved, was Sarah. 

Sarah smiled hesitantly. “Hey, Kevin. It’s good to see you.” 

“Uh. Hey.” 

The stranger stuck out his free hand. His grip was firm. His hand calloused. “I’m Rob. Thanks for having us over for dinner.” 

“Come on in, guys,” Mommy called from the dining room. “The lasagna just came out of the oven.”

Kevin stepped to the side. Sarah gave him another smile as she walked past. A strange smile. Regret? Pity? Disgust?  

He followed after them. After the couple, he just now realized. This must be Sarah’s new boyfriend. Because of course she had a boyfriend. She was attractive. Smart. Funny as hell. She hadn’t frozen in time just because they’d broken up. 

He turned down the hallway. He needed to put pants on. Or better yet, go hide in his nursery. Or maybe throw himself out the window onto the pavement below. Splat: no more hanging out with his ex and her new dude. He needed to do something, anything, other than stand around in front of his ex-girlfriend in a wet diaper. 

“Baby, can you get the salad dressing out,” Mommy called. 

Kevin stopped in the hallway. “I’m not feeling very well. I’m going to my nurs—my bedroom.” 

“Don’t be shy, sweetie,” Mommy said. “Come and have din-din with the rest of us.” 

His stomach twisted into a knot. “I’m not feeling great.” 

Mommy appeared a moment later in the hallway. “What’s the matter, baby?” 

“I’m just feeling…I don’t know. My stomach hurts.” 

“Sounds like someone needs to let go and make a stinky.” 

He shuddered at the thought of doing that with Sarah in the house. Sarah and her new guy friend. 

“I think it’s just nerves.” 

She cocked an eyebrow. “You sure? Because I’ll wait, sweetie. Then I’ll get you all changed into a fresh diapie so you can enjoy your din-din.”

He thought about pushing a mess into his diaper while Mommy watched. While Sarah waited in the other room. He could picture her and Rob sharing a knowing look. What if they heard something? Or worse, smelled it?

Kevin shook his head. “It’ll be fine. I think I’m just nervous.” 

Mommy wrapped him in a hug. “There’s nothing to be nervous about. I’ve explained everything.” 

“Okay.” 

Mommy gave him a last squeeze and returned to the dining room.

Kevin took a deep breath. She wasn’t going to let him hide in his nursery. Not yet, at least. She’d said it a dozen times: she was sick of dancing around what had happened between him and Sarah. She wanted to put the past behind them and move on with their new lives and relationships. After the disastrous dinner at Sarah’s, he assumed she’d given up on that. Realized it was unrealistic for him and Sarah to ever be friends. Apparently, he’d been wrong. 

He walked into the kitchen, eyes locked on the fridge. If he had something to focus on, he could get through a few minutes, at least. He grabbed the ranch and Italian dressing and brought them to the dining room. Mommy and the two guests were seated. A fresh bottle of juice and his favorite Spidey and Friends plate were in his usual spot. At least she hadn’t pulled out his high chair. It was bad enough she’d given him a baby bottle full of juice instead of the wine glasses everyone else drank from. 

“Thanks,” Mommy said when he put the dressing bottles on the table. She reached over and clipped his “Mommy’s Messy Man” bib around his neck. 

“Do I have to—”

“Yes,” she cut him off. Not angry, but leaving no room for disagreement. They stared each other down for a moment, the silence hanging in the air.

“This looks fantastic,” Rob said. “Thanks again for having us over.”

Mommy turned to him. “You’re more than welcome. I’m glad we could finally make it work.” 

Sarah gave her sister a strained smile. 

She hadn’t wanted this either, Kevin realized. And why would she? She’d been as hurt as him when they broke up. He’d kept a huge secret from her, and then, when it all blew up, he’d started a relationship with her sister. 

For a few blessed moments, the only sound was the tinking of forks. Rob broke the silence. “So, uh, do you ever eat baby food, or…?” 

Kevin’s innards squirmed again. Nerves or needing to poop? Both?

“Rob,” Sarah chided.

“No, it’s okay,” Mommy said. “It’s only natural there’d be curiosity. To answer your question, Rob, no, he eats adult food. Unless he’s being pilly and complaining about what I cooked.” 

“Nobody likes Brussels sprouts,” Kevin muttered.

Rob laughed. “I’m with you there.” 

“I think that’s one of the special things about our relationship,” Mommy said “I can help him make good decisions. Like eating healthier. Not that I don’t spoil him with treats, too. Isn’t that right?”

Kevin didn’t answer. 

“Are you feeling okay, sweetie?” 

“Fine.” 

“You’re just making the face you make…you look uncomfortable. Remember what we talked about earlier? If you—” 

“I said I’m fine,” he snapped. “Pass me the lasagna.” 

She looked as if she wanted to say something more. 

Please don’t please don’t please don’t.

Mommy slid the lasagna tray closer to him. 

Kevin relaxed. Slightly. 

“Speaking of meals, I saw some wonderful pics from the two of you on Instagram,” Mommy said. “That ink sauce pasta was wild! How was your trip?”

“Amazing,” Rob said. “The food was a highlight, for sure. We actually enjoyed Rome even more than Venice. Right, Sar?” 

“Hhhhmmm?” Sarah said. “Oh, yeah. The food was great everywhere, but we felt like there was more to see in Rome.” She glanced at Kevin, then back down at her plate. They’d talked about a trip to Italy when they were dating. Had even started looking at plane tickets and hotels a few weeks before it all imploded.

“Kevin and I haven’t been on any big trips. But later this year, we’re going to Comic-Con. The big one in San Diego. Maybe after dinner, you can show everyone your Captain America costume, hmmm?” 

He already felt like a dancing monkey; there was no way he was showing them his costume. “Sure. I guess.” 

“So he’s done the…he’s earned it?” Sarah asked. She sounded weirdly hopeful. 

“You told them?!” Kevin snapped. 

“I think everyone here has had quite enough of secrets, don’t you?” Mommy asked pointedly.  

Kevin’s cheeks flushed with heat. Anger. Embarrassment. He didn’t dare look at Sarah. Would she have a self-satisfied smirk? Would she be as angry as he was—at him? At her sister? He didn’t know. Didn’t want to know. 

Everyone ate in silence for a few moments. Then Rob brought up some stupid TV show they were watching, and Sarah chimed in. Soon, Mommy was talking about her current favorite reality TV show, which was about squatters in Detroit who were dating. Or something like that. Kevin pulled back into himself, letting them carry on without him. If he didn’t look down at his exposed diaper, he could imagine he was at a regular dinner party. Like he and Sarah used to host for their friends. And it felt good. Or at least okay. 

The conversation rambled across Sarah’s new job, the Patriots' terrible season, and how Rob finally fixed Sarah’s drippy bathroom sink. They talked about the crazy housing prices, horror movies, and the new Dunkin’ down the street. Kevin dipped into the conversation. Sporadically, at first. Chiming in only when Mommy would prompt him or Rob would ask a question. Then more regularly as time went on. Sarah mostly ignored him. Twice, he caught her staring at him with an expression he couldn’t place, but then she’d looked away. Eventually, the conversation returned to Italy and then Greece. 

“We’d love to see Athens in the spring,” Rob said, “when the sea fig flowers are in bloom.” 

“That sounds lovely,” Mommy said. 

“Just need to save up some money,” Rob said. “Tickets aren’t cheap.” 

“Well, you should save a bunch once you’re living together,” Mommy said. 

“Wait,” Kevin said. “You’re moving in together?” 

Sarah frowned. “Yes, Kevin. Rob is moving in with me.” 

“Isn’t that…I don’t know, soon?” 

Her frown deepened. “On what planet is my relationship with my boyfriend any of your business? And no, it’s not soon. We’ve been dating for nine months now.” 

“Nine months?!” Kevin slid his chair back and stood up. “We broke—” He stopped, as the roiling storm in his guts finally let loose.

Sqqqqqwwwwssshhhhhrrrr

The mess rushed out, filling his diaper. He wanted to stop. Needed to stop. But he couldn’t. Not now. It was too late. The mound grew, pushing the seat of his diaper down. Down. Down. 

Rob’s fork hovered halfway between his face and plate. His mouth hung open. Sarah stared wide-eyed, then looked away.

“Oh, sweetie,” Mommy said. She stood up and took his arm. “Let’s go get you changed.”

Kevin let her lead him away from the table like the doddering old uncle who’d had a drink or three too many at Thanksgiving. He felt drunk. All the bad parts of it, at least. In a daze. Unable to think straight. He could feel Rob and Sarah’s eyes on his sagging diaper. He could practically see the stink that trailed behind him.  

Mommy led him into the nursery and laid him down on his changing mat. “Baby, I know that must have been embarrassing for you. If you’d listened to Mommy and—” 

“I know,” Kevin said quietly. “I know.” 

***

Kevin walked into the living room. He hated the way his thick, nighttime diaper pushed his legs apart, forcing a slight waddle. At least it was clean and dry.

Rob sat in the armchair, scrolling on his phone with a glass of wine in hand. Sarah was on the couch, staring off into space. They turned and looked up when he walked in. 

Kevin sat down on the other end of the couch from Sarah. “Sorry about that. In the dining room, I mean.” 

Sarah stared at him. 

“It’s okay,” Rob said. “Beth’s explained stuff. Your relationship and all.”

Kevin swallowed hard. Swallowed again. “And, uh, I’m sorry that I blew up about you two moving in together. You’re right: that’s none of my business.” 

Rob cleared his throat and stood up. “I’m gonna see if Beth needs a hand with the dishes.” 

“I should’ve told you,” Sarah said after he left. “Or told Beth so she could tell you. I just hate this game of telephone. And I know Rob moving in, after what happened with us…”

They sat in silence. 

“Were you ever going to tell me?” Sarah asked quietly. 

Kevin nodded. “It just never seemed like the right time, you know? When things were good, I didn’t want to screw it up. When we were going through a rough patch, I didn’t want to make it worse by bringing up this whole....thing.”

Sarah let out a long, slow sigh. “Yeah. I can’t promise it would’ve gone well.” 

Kevin didn’t respond to that. He didn’t need to. 

“Then you opened the box, and…that was that,” he said. “Seems like it all just snowballed so fast.”

“Maybe next time you’re moving in with a girl, and you don’t want her to open your big, heavy box of secrets, don’t write ‘tax receipts’ on it. No one has that many receipts, Kevin.” She chuckled.

Kevin chuckled along with her. 

Their eyes met. Kevin took a deep breath. “He makes you happy, though? He’s good to you?” 

She nodded, her expression suddenly serious. “Very. And Beth…you’re sure this is what you both want?” 

“More than anything.” 

She smiled. The first real smile of the night. 

“So you guys fixed that stupid sink?” Kevin asked. 

Sarah winced. “Would you believe we just had to tighten one thing?” 

“No shit. Really?” 

“Yup. Took like two minutes.”

Kevin chuckled.  “I never was much of a plumber. Oh, hey—did the Firth’s ever sell their place?”

“Uuuugggghhhh. Yes. And a bunch of fratboys moved in. It’s awful. They play this loud music half the night, except it’s not really even music. It’s just, like, bass?” 

“That’s like our neighbors downstairs.” 

Sarah leaned back. “So, tell me about that.” 

“About what?” Kevin asked.

“About…everything, I guess. Everything I’ve missed.” 

***

Kevin felt her before he saw her. Mommy. 

She leaned over and kissed his forehead. “You two all caught up?” 

“Did you know Coasters burned to the ground?!” Kevin asked. “Gone. There’s a fucking Walgreens there now.”

Mommy chuckled. “Maybe you need to read the news once in a while, baby.” She looked at Sarah. “Or maybe we all need to hang out a bit more often?” 

Sarah smiled. Nodded. 

Mommy leaned in close. Whispered in his ear. “Do you need a change yet, or can you wait until they leave?” 

He turned to look up at her, confused. Then he felt it: that warm heaviness in his diaper. When had he done that?

Mommy smiled and gave him a quick wink.

He grinned back at her. Shrugged. “I can wait.”

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