Sweet, strong, soft man in a diaper.
He was kinda new to it, still seeing if he liked it, still learning how to relax when he wasn’t near the potty.
We were lying in bed, doing our own things, as I let him adjust to the feeling of padding swaddled around his most private parts.
Not treating him differently.
The only thing out of the ordinary was me reading with one hand (not entirely out of the ordinary, I’m a frequent smut enjoyer, but this was different). My other rested on top of his padding, right between his legs.
Eventually, a couple chapters in, I felt something.
“Hey, handsome, what’s making my hand all warm?”
I looked up at him for the first time and the ruddy blush covering his face answered my question without him needing to say anything.
I wanted him to say it anyway.
“Can you tell me what happened, honey boy?”
A small head shake, no. His eyes were big and a little nervous, not used to someone watching him be this vulnerable.
“That’s okay, we can work up to big boy words later. It seems like you’re pretty small right now, huh?”
This time I watched his head bob up and down. I reached up and ruffled his hair, resting my hand on the back of his neck.
“Do you think you’re okay to stay your cozy, warm big boy diaper for a while longer? I want to finish a couple more chapters before we go to sleep.”
He nodded, shifting his body down under the covers a little more, pressing his face against my tummy.
He drifted off by the time I finished the page, much less the chapter. But I was watching him for a while anyway, distracted by the warm padding now pressed against my leg, and the sweet trusting boy curled into my side.