“Sweetie, how’s that diaper doing?” your wife asked you.
“it’s good, Mommy,” you replied obediently. You paused your video game and stood up. You knew what that question meant. Diaper check time.
“Such a good boy for Mommy,” she said in a cooing, babyish voice. “Somebody is being a good boy today. So very obedient.” You beamed and blushed.
Her hand felt all over your crotch, poking and prodding. You knew that she knew exactly how wet you were just from looking at your exposed diaper, but this was part of the ritual. It was part of the power dynamic you’d agreed to when you became her diaper boy, and she became your Mommy.
“My my, that’s an awfully wet diaper,” she said in mock surprise. Neither of you expected dry pampers, at any hour of the day. “But I think you can hold out a little longer before we need to take you to the changing table.”
“Yes Mommy,” you agreed obediently. Even if you were leaking down your leg, you’d get a diaper change when she decided. No it’s, and’s, or but’s. Mommy kept feeling and a confused look crossed her face.
“Baby boy, I keep feeling around your wet squishy diaper, and I can’t seem to find your little thingy.” You blushed even harder. “Here I was, expecting to feel a big, strong thingy in these pampers. After all, you have quite the bulging crotch. But baby boy, there’s barely anything here!”
You were staring at the floor, face burning bright red as your Mommy humiliated you for your lack of endowment. She gently placed her hand beneath your chin and raised your face, until your eyes met hers. You couldn’t help breaking into a small smile. She pulled your face in to nestle in her breasts, and you felt a spurt of pee escape into your diaper. You knew Mommy felt it too.
“Thank you Mommy,” you mumbled into her chest.
“You’re welcome, diaper boy. Just remember, Mommy always loves you, just the way you are, diaper dependency and baby dick and all.”
You hugged her even tighter, and couldn’t imagine a better life.
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