“You sit here on the toilet and be quiet,” Daddy said as he took your hand towards it and forced you to sit on the closed lid, in a very wet and uncomfortable diaper.
“I need to shave before we take our shower together,” he said, preparing his stuff before him.
You sat there, pouty and upset.
You wanted to be out of this so soggy diaper.
It was uncomfortable from the moment you woke up. Even the fact you woke up to Daddy spooning you into his chest didn’t help. You want to be out of bed and out of that diaper.
Daddy took off his clothes, moving around in front of the mirror.
His cock was dangling, flaccid yet big, much bigger than yours.
Even flaccid it was bigger than your little stiffed peepee.
You looked at his cock and thought about yours, little and stuffed inside a wet night diaper.
It was so moist, that even when you started to get a hard-on, it was uncomfortable there on the toilet.
Daddy’s body was bulky and manly.
His upper body was firm and wide, his legs girthy like wooden logs.
He was naked, his cock hanging there, big and free.
You sat on the toilet.
Wearing an almost overflowing diaper.
Your small peepee was stuffed in there.
“But Daddy, can you at least take my diaper off? Please?” you begged.
“You know that only I can take it off, and look at me now,” he was holding his blade up and his face full of shaving foam, “Now I’m busy. So, be a good boy and stay quiet. If not, go get your pacifier.”
You didn’t want your pacifier.
You didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of shutting you up with it.
So you just sat there.
A diaper boy, on a toilet.
Waiting to take a shower with his Daddy.
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