And he wasn’t alone. [kinky]
The boys were super squirmy today.
Daniel wasn’t the only one fidgeting in his seat, his legs kicking softly under the low playroom table. Across the brightly-colored carpet, a few other boys shifted and wiggled just like him—little gasps, soft whines, padded bottoms rocking back and forth against the floor or the plush beanbags they were seated on.
And honestly? It probably had something to do with the new volunteer.
She was adorable—barely older than the students, with big warm eyes, rosy cheeks, and a pink apron that hugged her figure just right. Her voice was sweet as syrup, and when she crouched down to help someone stack blocks or pour juice, Daniel could barely stop himself from staring. The way she cooed, how gently she tucked a stray curl behind her ear—it made his tummy feel funny. Tingly. Warm.
His fingers kept drifting to the front of his crinkly diaper, giving soft, slow rubs through the thick padding… until a voice cut through the room like a soft bell.
“Oh my. Someone’s really restless today.”
It was Miss Clara, one of the more experienced caregivers. She had that sing-song voice that made everyone instinctively sit a little straighter. She glanced around the room with a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling.
“I think it’s time for a group circle. Come on now, boys—let’s all get comfy together.”
There were a few shy glances, a few embarrassed waddles, but one by one the squirmy boys—including Daniel—gathered on the soft padded mat at the center of the room. The volunteer blinked curiously, standing nearby with her clipboard, clearly unsure what was happening.
Miss Clara clapped her hands gently. “Alright, littles. Today we’re going to talk about what to do when your diapers get that special kind of tingly.”
Daniel’s face flushed pink. So did a few others. But no one moved to leave.
“Sometimes, you just need to make stickies, and that’s okay,” she said warmly, guiding them to sit in a circle with their legs spread slightly. “It’s better to let your body do what it needs than to squirm all day, right?”
The volunteer tilted her head, eyebrows rising. “Stickies?” she mouthed to herself.
Miss Clara crouched in front of the boys, her hands demonstrating soft, gentle movements over the front of a sample diaper. “Just like this. Slow circles, little squeezes. Let your diaper help you. No need to rush.”
Daniel’s breath caught. His hand drifted to the front of his thick Pampers without thinking, the squish already so inviting. Around the circle, the other boys began to mimic the movements—some shyly, others more boldly. A quiet chorus of crinkles and soft gasps filled the room.
Someone across the circle let out a soft moan and sagged back, clearly the first to finish. His diaper puffed slightly beneath him, the thick front now shiny with fresh, sticky warmth.
The volunteer’s eyes went wide.
Her cheeks turned scarlet as the realization clicked into place—and then she slapped a hand over her mouth, stifling a giggle that still bubbled up like a fizzy drink.
Miss Clara didn’t miss a beat. “It’s okay, dear,” she said to the girl with a wink. “They’re just being good boys. They need this.”
Daniel was already too far gone to care. His hand moved faster now, guided by Miss Clara’s voice, the warmth building and building in his thick diaper until—
He gasped, his back arching slightly as the sticky pleasure pulsed through him. His fingers twitched, his breath shaky. The front of his diaper was soaked with more than just pee now.
Around the circle, more soft whimpers filled the air. Crinkly shudders. Flushed cheeks. A room full of boys learning just how nice it was to let go together.
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