I need some cute wet little anti!
“I said...I’m not wet...” Anti pouted. He was a big boy! He was just playing with his Legos, and watching cartoons! He didn’t need his dumb Daddy to check on him like a baby!
“Mmm-hm.” Dark crossed his arms. Big or little, Anti was a brat. Always one to talk back, but, he could tell his little boy hadn’t moved from his spot all day. And well, now that he’s up...
Dark reaches down Anti’s sweatpants, lifting his childish sweatshirt with one free hand. Anti blushing, eyes wide as he pouts, “hey! I...I said I’m not wet! I’m not a little baby!”
“Well, why is your diaper wet, then, hmm?” Dark smirks, grabbing at the squishy material. Anti’s face blushing madly as he pouts harder. His cheeks puffing up as he stomps, “not diapers! and...I don’t know!”
“They are diapers, baby.” Dark chuckles, removing his hand before holding Anti’s, leading down the hallway, to where they usually kept their changing mat for him. All smiles as Anti growled. “We went over this, you’re just not a big enough boy to wear pull ups yet, and Daddy doesn’t want his favorite little one to be leaving little wet accidents, you don’t want to get your Legos wet, do you?”
Anti knew the drill. Stiff upper lip as he laid down on the changing mat, Dark already working to get their supplies, “no...but...not a baby.”
“Even if you still need your Pampers?”
“Yeah! I’m a tough big boy! I...I can hold my pee pee!”
“Riiiiight.” Dark chuckles. Anti was always an adorable little brat. Even as he worked and squirmed to get his sweatpants down, and untaping the (absolutely soaked) diaper, he can’t help but take in how cute he is when mad. His puffed up cheeks, his rolling eyes, crossed arms and huffy attitude was nearly too much for Dark to pass up.
He works to wipe down Anti, and powder him into a nice fresh diaper. The print proudly displaying cute butterflies and caterpillars on the landing strip. Chuckling as Anti squirms, he would never admit it but he missed the nice soft fluffy feeling a clean diaper wrapped around his middle. The padding protecting him almost as much as his Daddy Dark did.
“Wait, Daddy-!” Anti laughed, squirming more as Dark leaned down and blew raspberries on his stomach, leaving Anti in tears laughing. His giggles echoing the room as he trashed, “Daddy, no! No tickles!”
“Why not?” Dark blew again, the crinkling of Anti’s diaper and Anti’s laughs like music to his ears, “All the cute baby boys get tickles from Daddy!”
“Not a -- hahahaha! - baby!”
“Fine,” another raspberry, Dark faintly smelling the baby powder wafting up his nose. Blushing just as hard as Anti now, “all the cute big boys get tickles from Daddy!”
Anti laughed, finally agreeing with his Daddy on something.
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