You’re home from running errands with your mommy. There’s a trunk full of groceries, as well as a few more packs of diapers, wipes, and other supplies for your changing table that you picked up at the AB/DL supply store on the way home.
Meanwhile, your diaper is soaked. In your car seat you feel the warm padding, firmly pressed against your bits by the crotch strap of the five point harness.
Mommy turns off the car. She doesn’t let you out, not until she’s finished unloading the trunk and putting stuff away. She doesn’t want you wandering around unsupervised - so it’s better to keep you securely strapped into baby bondage.
It takes a while, 15 or so minutes. You’re bored the whole time, your pacifier is the only thing in reach, and thats just because it’s strapped to your onesie. The white teddy bears barely pop against the soft pink background, but the snaps look like they are struggling to keep hold.
Then, your mommy returns. Without saying anything she removes your buckle and helps you stand out of the car. She holds you by the wrist, and brings you to the nursery.
Obediently, you wait by the changing table for her to finish putting away your diapers. You still have a few to go through before opening the new packs, and even more in the closet of different thicknesses and designs.
Then, she picks you up by the armpits, and puts you on your back, so you’re lying down on the changing table. A strap is secured over your chest, and your wrists are slipped into the cuffs above your head.
She unsnaps your onesie, and checks your diaper.
She starts to undo the damp padding and you look forward to a dry diaper. But instead, when she lifts your legs, she doesn’t start wiping you down. She just applies a fresh dusting of baby powder, checks the lock on your chastity device, and then tapes the padding back around your waist.
“Shhh, don’t worry baby,” mommy says. “You just need more powder to make sure you don’t get a rash, I was certain you pooped your pants back there, but you must have just tooted.”
She refastens your onesie, and then releases you from the changing table restraints.
“We still have more errands to run, and you still are overdue for a stinky diaper,” mommy says. “Let’s go, back in your car seat so we can go to the bank. Then I need to pick up something from Auntie Bethany’s house - if you can make plushies by then I’m sure she’d be happy to change your diapers in her little’s nursery then.”
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