Seriously just can't wait to get to the point where Mommy is telling me what to wear. Including if I hafta be padded or not. π And more and more, she'll start deciding I should be in a diaper.
And more and more, she'll start having me dress like a dumb little girl. Having me sit in the back seat. Popping a pacifier in my mouth when "Grownups are talking." Ordering for me at restaurants. Asking the hostess if I can have some crayons. π³
She'll talk about me like I'm not there. Check my diaper without even pausing her conversation or asking me. Make sure I'm holding her or Daddy's hand in public at all times. Order me around. Not loud, but loud enough.
She'll make me sit on the floor and stroke my hair as they cuddle and watch a movie. She'll insist that I'm thickly diapered to be allowed on any furniture, and even then she'll pretend she's wary. Maybe even putting a towel down or making me carry a blankie to sit on.
She'll make sure that I know that Daddy is fucking her because I can't stay out of diapers for that long. She'll bring up my diapers at every chance she gets to remind me she's better. Not in a mean way. In fact, mean would almost be better. Instead, she's sickeningly sweet about it. Praising me for being wet. Giving me star stickers for simple tasks. Calling me a good girl while I debase myself for her and Daddy. Checking my diaper or putting my paci in or giving me a bottle or telling me to go play any time I try to be sexual or horny.
Just.
Diapered cuckquean things.