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For Every Rejection

"Yeah… It’s not you… It’s me.” “I just don’t think we are the right fit.”

How many times can you hear it? How many times can you nod, make an understanding face, and be left alone? You knew dating was hard, and you’ve put yourself out there, but you’ll do what you can to just stop doing what you’ve done so many times in the past, and try to find someone.

“I just feel we are a bit different.”

“Can we be friends?”

For so long, you were trying apps, through friends, through relatives. Nothing sticked. Nothing matched. Every time you got rejected, you felt a squeeze in your gut. Close to the feeling of needing to go. There were those rare times when you got to touch another body. It’s been a long time since you’ve touched your own, not directly. But then you’ve been touched as well, and after that touch, it ended every single time.

“You know what? Maybe not now.”

“Maybe not here.”

“Haha, oh wow. Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

You knew what it all meant. On those occasions, after they wrapped it up, you said “Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom real quick.”

Over the toilet, you took a long, weak piss. You needed to piss, but not there. You wanted to piss, in your diapers back home.

You wanted your diapers so bad. They don’t reject you, they accept you. They are not cold to you, they are warm.

They are comfortable and put you at ease.

But you said you are done with it! You said they are pulling you back from a normal life. Don’t you want to feel a real grip down there?

No. It’s much easier just to be yourself.

At home, you pulled out one thick diaper from a pack that you hid inside your closet. You throw the pack you stored at the front, but you always had a backup one. Because you knew, you knew you’ll be back in your diapers. It’s just who you were.

In the morning, you woke up in a wet diaper. You don’t remember when you woke up to wet, but there it was. It felt so good, it felt like you. From your back to your stomach, you switched positions. For every “no”, you humped. For every rejection, you humped. For every mocking laugh, you humped. Lying in bed, wearing a wet diaper, you humped. It didn’t make you sad, it made you hard. It did make you go faster, humping your wet diaper.

Maybe all of them were right. Maybe they saw something, but didn’t have the words for it. But you knew the words, you knew what you were.

You were a diaper boy.

adultbabystories

THICK PADDING

How come you like your thick padding so much? Why do you like it, thick as it can be?

You’re trying to press your thighs against each other, but just can’t. The sound that the diaper makes when your legs fail to touch one another gets you excited. You are bound to a restrictive mass that awaits your wet humiliation. Your bladder screams, the pressure builds, and the diaper awaits to grow even bigger. It's thirsty for your piss, it wants to restrict you even more.

Your diaper calls you to use it. The soft padding you’re sitting on is inviting you to use it. The massive front invites you to add something of your own making.

Your diaper is a signal to the world around you as well. If someone sees your big crotch, they’ll know you’re probably small underneath. If someone sees your big butt, they’ll know someone his giving it a good use. When you are diapered, those signals are pulsing at you every moment as well.

And when you wet your diaper. Intentionally or not. When you fill it, soak it. enlarge it. Making it more restrictive, more humiliating, more erotic. You fail to walk properly and fall to the floor. Crawling is more fitting for you now. The back is puffed, the front engulfs your manhood. On the floor, crawling around others with a giant wet diaper, you’re showing everybody and yourself how submissive you really are. Looking up, catching their glimpses and stares at you, over your diaper. That is why you like your thick padding so much.

adultbabystories

You were posing for the camera, as Lee took your weekly pictures, documenting your gains progress. The attire needed to be the same style.

“Gosh, it seems so long ago, that day I pushed you so hard you couldn’t hold it any more. Ha! But look at you now, finally, from a shrimp to a big boy! Right bud?” Said Lee, elbowing you.

”But with a high cost,” then he squeezed your huge diaper ass, “Still, totally worth it, don’t you agree?” He asked, “We’ll have such an adorable album about how you grew”.

You nodded, silently. You didn’t want to admit it, but he was right, his training got you to the physics you’ve always dreamed about. But now whenever you are around Lee, in the GYM or not, you need, obliged, to wear a thick diaper. Maybe it’s the way he trains you, maybe you just feel like a baby around him, but these days, wearing diapers around him is a fact.

Lee was your high school bully. He used to bully lots of kids, and you were one of them. He didn’t bully you much like other kids, because you knew how to avoid him, but you always feared him. Even back then, he was bulky. He was short and blond, and he had a kind of charm that boys wanted to be friends with him, girls wanted him, and you feared him. Sometimes after P.E., you looked at him across the gym, his t-shirt sticking to his torso, revealing his muscular build, your mind fixated on him. Years later, you forgot about Lee.

You signed up for the local GYM and decided you are going to have the body you always wanted. You tried different methods, different diets, different trainers, but with no results.

It was just another late evening when you saw Lee. He looked almost the same, just a little older, and built even bigger. Apparently, he was a personal trainer and had just finished giving a private workout.

Your workout went by, and you tried not to make eye contact with him. As time went by, you understood that he was one of the trainers in the gym and the only one left before closing. Now it was only you and him in the whole GYM.

”Hey! I remember you!” Lee shouted across the GYM.

You acted like you didn’t hear anything, just before your last 2 bench press sets.

”Hey! Little shrimp! What’s up man?” He got close enough that you couldn’t ignore him.

”Oh hey, Lee? Is that you?” You tried to act cool.

”Yeah! It’s been so long, wow. Good seeing you! I see you are tired of being a little shrimp and started lifting,” he said, not knowing you have been training for so long with no results.

”I am, yeah, it’s cool you are now a trainer. Well, I won’t bother you at work, I’m 2 sets short, and I’m off, good seeing you,” you said and lay back on the bench.

”I’ll spot you, go ahead. But wait, no way you can’t bench more than that! Here, let’s add more weight,” Lee said, and started to add more plates.

”No wait, I’m okay with this,” you tried to stop him from adding more plates.

”Do you want to stay a little shrimp or do you want to finally become a big boy?” he asked seriously and you just stayed silent as he added more plates.

You lay back on the bench, while he stood behind you. As you fixed your fingers around the bar, you sneaked a peek at his crotch.

You raised the bar and started pushing. At the beginning, it was manageable, but after 4 reps, you felt pressure in your whole body. You tried to return the bar, but instead of helping you, Lee prevented you from returning it.

”You are a big boy now! 2 more!” He incurred you.

You gave your whole, and did it.

”That’s it! That’s my boy! Rest a bit, and we’re doing it again,” he slapped your shoulder a few times.

”Wow, that was great Lee! But I need to use the rest from real quick, that took a lot from me,” you said and tried sitting, but then he stopped you.

”No way, no breaks! You can hold it for one more set, let's go!”

You took the bar again, checked his crotch again, then lifted.

One. Two. Three and four.

Your body got tense, too tense.

Five.

You tried to return the bar.

”No, five more!” Lee ordered.

Six.

”Can’t” you had trouble talking and lifting, “hold it”.

Seven.

”You can hold the bar, don’t worry I’m spotting.”

Eight.

Something in the body released, the pressure was gone, and you could concentrate on the two final reps.

Nine.

Ten.

”Oh man, that’s something you don’t see every day,” Lee said as he helped the bar back in its place.

”Wow Lee thanks! I did it!” You said enthusiastically.

“You sure did, look at your sweatpants,” he pointed at them.

As you got up, you were horrified to see a large dark spot over your groin.

You wanted to bury yourself right there. You wet yourself in front of your high school bully. You stood there for a moment, not daring to look at him, for what felt like an eternity.

Finally, Lee broke the ice.

”Well, nobody said becoming a big boy is easy, or stopping being a boy. But I promise you, if you’ll work out with me, I’m going to make you a big boy no matter what, even if you are a pants wetter. What do you say? Do you want to be my big boy?”

You wanted to be bigger. You wanted his physics. You wanted his attention and to be pushed forward. He could take you there. He could make you a big boy, his big boy.

Maybe you wetted yourself, but he got you to lift weights you didn’t think you could.

He saw you were debating it in your mind.

”And if you are worrying about your little accident, it’s a small price to pay. We will just have to prepare better next workout and get protection,” he said, but you didn’t really understand what he meant.

”Okay, let’s do it Lee!” You smiled at him, feeling wetness sliding down your leg.

”Amazing! We’ll close the details later, but now my big boy, go take a shower, you need it!” He slapped your ass and pointed to the showers.

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@alittleisolated needs to be pushed into becoming a big boy.

adultbabystories

You found yourself in that dark room, again, for the third night in a row. It’s been the third day since you got to the man’s house. The man who told you about his need for total control, primal control. The man who got you so interested, you decided to meet him at his house.

Toys? Diapers? PJs? A nursery? A crib?

He wanted to be a daddy, a dad, a father, a strict father. He wanted to discipline a grown man into submission. Discipline so intense, you’ll wet yourself from the fear of not obeying. You’ll need a pacifier to calm yourself down. In front of him, you’ll be broken.

You agreed to get into the crib, and now it’s your third night. If time with your new father was intense, your crib time was the subdued time. After being punished, spanked, scolded, and broken down, crib time was when everything went quiet, the lights were shut off, and only the small screen came on.

You ignored the screen on the first night. But it got your attention on the second night. On the third night, the screen became your escapement, your tranquility.

The colors were soft, and the voices were soothing. The teddy bears and animals were nice to you. Encouraging you to be a happy baby. When father was degrading, the screen was building. When your father was hurting your bum cheeks, the voices told you how nice the diaper felt. When your father used your mouth, the dancing bears sang how relaxing your pacifier was.

There was that silly video, “The Wet Boy” song. On the first night, you barely heard it. On the second night, you tried to hold it. On the third, you couldn’t make it, and wet yourself in the middle of the song.

When the sleepy lullaby began, weird shapes appeared on the screen. You curled into a nice position, sucking your pacifier, drifting to sleep.

Father knew that tomorrow, there would not be much to break anymore. Another man will be reduced to a baby by the special program he invented.

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@dprboy4daddy is getting ready for another dark night.

adultbabystories

You just can’t help it. It’s almost a second nature. Every time your diaper is at its fullest, you have to grind it. You’ve got to hump it. You’ve got to own it. You’ve got to do your business, your naughty business, in it.

You are not sure if it’s because Daddy is denying you sex. Or if it’s because you are not allowed to reach inside your diaper. A few times a week, you hear sex noises around the house. You are not sure if it’s coming from the computer speaker or if it’s the sound of Daddy’s guests. It’s not that.

It’s just the thought of you being such a big baby, such a foolish big baby. Instead of being an adult, a man, someone had put you in a diaper and was treating you like a baby. And not only do you accept it, but you also love it.

You love being a baby. You love being Daddy’s boy. You love your diapers. You love how naughty you look. How does that big, soaked, full diaper look around your ass and crotch? How does it press on your private parts?

It feels so good to be a baby. It feels so good to come close.

“Good boy, play with your toys.”

“Yes Daddy.”

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@crinkleboy2118 can't help himself anymore.

adultbabystories

Figure Something Out

“Sit,” your father said, as he pulled a chair out from under the dining table, “you wanted to talk earlier”.

That morning, you asked if you two could talk, but he said whatever it is, it can be after he changes your night diaper into a fresh one. You didn’t dare to argue and just waited for your change. It’s been two months since you came back home, and a couple of weeks since he started diapering you.

You sat nervously and considered your words.

“Dad?” you said.

“Daddy,” he corrected you.

“Yeah, Daddy, well…”

“Speak boy, I don't have all day,” he raised his voice a bit.

“I’m sorry if I’m being blunt, but I need to get out at night again,” you said determinedly.

“Why?” he asked in a tiresome fashion.

“Because”

“Listen boy I took you back in at your age, and I’m helping you to get up on your feet. Just say what you have to say!”

“Because I need to have sex! I’m so horny and I can’t anymore! I need to find someone and have sex!”

You stood up, angry at the situation. Finally, you let it out. You are a grown man, you have your needs. And your father is keeping you home, having a bedtime. Instead of getting dressed to go out at night, he diapers you and sends you to bed.

“Please Dad!”

“It’s Daddy, and if you’ll call me dad on the third time, you’ll be back on my lap, now sit,” he commanded you calmly.

You sat back down.

“I took you back after all that mess that you caused. You lost your job and your apartment. I took you back in with one condition, to let me raise you back into adulthood, into manhood. After one week, you came back at night, drunk, and pissing your bed. Then I knew the starting point would be very early. The diapers were a good thing, grounding you to reality. The reality of the fact that you need my guiding hand. You need me to diaper you, you need me to send you to bed, you need your daddy, and now you need me to say no to your request. No, you will not go out to find sex.”

“But Daddy!”

“Begging won’t help. You are still not ready. Maybe you got too comfortable, but have you noticed you wet yourself not only at night, but also during the day? Would you go out diapered looking for sex?” he asked, waiting for your answer.

“I need to wean you off it, I need to potty train you. But it won’t happen anytime soon,” he continued. “Why?” he whined.

“I saw you sucking your thumb the other day,” he smirked.

Your face flushed red. You were so embarrassed.

“You got me these baby printed diapers, and I,” you mumbled, “and I was just playing around from boredom, going back to bed that early”.

Your father got up from his chair and stood behind you, putting his hand over your shoulder.

“My boy, there is nothing to be ashamed of. That’s okay, you are learning your new place at my house. You are just a little boy. But I’ll make you a strong man one day. But until that day comes, just enjoy being daddy’s little boy.”

You felt a little less ashamed.

“I tell you what, I’ll figure something out. Maybe you act like a little boy, but your body is that of a man with needs. I’ll figure something out,” he said and signed you to get up.

A week later, you got home from the grocery store, and your father was waiting on his couch. It was in the afternoon, your diaper was a little wet, and you needed your nap.

“Go to your room and see what I got for you, boy,” he said.

You went into your room and saw on your bed a big, almost huge, teddy bear. He had brown fur, and to your touch, he felt soft but also a little firmer than you would imagine. You came back to the living room.

“Thanks, Daddy, but what is the teddy bear for?” you asked.

“Remember our chat from last week? Go ahead, go take your nap on him. I’ll change your diaper after you wake up. Lay on top of him, I bet he feels comfortable sleeping on” he winked.

“Okay…”

You went into your room, took off your clothes, and stayed in your diaper. Got into the bed and lay on your new giant teddy bear. The room was dim, and it felt so nice to have a nap, and the bear, the bear felt… firm.

From the other room, your father heard sounds from the baby monitor he installed not too long ago in your room.

It started with plastic diaper crinkles, then fast breathing, and finally something that sounds like a soft moan.

After five minutes, he went to check up on you. Slowly, he widened the door crack, seeing you, a grown man, his boy, lying on top of the teddy bear, with a swollen diaper, sucking on his thumb.

He smiled and left, letting you have your long-awaited, awarded nap.

lilbabylegos

👻🧙‍♀️Hope everyone had a fun Halloween weekend! What did you dress up as? 🎃🍬

Mommy decided that her baby needed some special bottles, double dips and restraints. Swear I wasn’t misbehaving! 🚼🧸🍼

adultbabystories

The hallway was dark, and you stepped forward anyway. Every few steps was a door with a number on it, every few steps a faint light above. A friend told you not to go, that you are too vanilla, and maybe you should start slow. But the chats with that man drove your imaginations wild.

“I like, sumbisive men, on the floor next to me, on their hurting knees, with a tear on their cheeks”.

You wanted to experience it. You needed to experience it.

Smells of cigarettes, beer, cheap colons, and sweat filled your nose. What’s the room number? You could barely see the doors.

“You don’t know that man. You only talked to him twice at this trashy bar. That address he gave you, it's weird,” said your worrying friend, “don't go.”

But you went.

“I’ll be gentle my boy,” the man said and caressed your thigh, “after all, I’ll be wanting you coming back for more”.

You could go back. You could make up an excuse. Your heart was racing, but you moved forward. No coming back now.

You found the room and knocked on the door. Your dick was hard, thinking about what’s waiting for you on the other side.

The door opened. The room was dark as well, with faint lights. The man stood there, shirtless. A belt was wrapped around his palm as he held a thick adult diaper.

“You came,” he said.

You nodded, with a raging boner between your legs.

“One chance to get in, one chance to turn around”.

Looking at the belt and the diaper, looking at him. You were not going back, not now. You walked in.

As you were walking passed him, he whispered into your ear, “Good boy”, which made your jeans tighter.

adultbabystories

Both of you used to wear black. You used to wear black. Going out, black. Staying in, Black. Sex, in black. Riding your bike, in black.

Black leather. Black rubber.

Black.

You met him in a bar. You ordered two scotches with ice and gave him one glass. He drank it quickly and took you to the bathroom. You drank your glass on the way, spilling some on your chin. In the stall, he licked it off of you.

A month from then, you two became inseparable. Riding your bikes, meeting with men, experimenting with each other's bodies. Always in black.

But he wanted more. He wanted to add contrast. He wanted you, to add contrast, to him.

He told you about this fetish, where men are humiliated to wear babies’ clothes. Colorful and silly onesies and pjs. Diapers, pacifiers, teddy bears. All colorful, all awful.

You wore only black, but you wanted to see it go darker. The only way black clothing can go darker is to show it next to colorful and childish colors. You’re going to help your men go darker.

Now, before you two go out to your favorite fetish bar, he lays your diaper and clothes on the bed before diapering you up. Nothing is hotter and darker than a leather daddy with his goofy diaper-soaked onesie-wearing adult baby next to him.

adultbabystories

Fly to Other Plants

“Why aren’t you asleep already?” Daddy asked as he stood above your crib’s railings.

He sort of caught you by surprise. You weren’t paying much attention. Your attention was focused on the mobile above you, shaped like the solar system. Your thoughts wandered about other plants.

“I don’t know, Daddy. Just thinking,” you answered.

You felt so at peace in your crib. The bars were high, and the solar system mobile even higher. You could escape if you wanted to, but why would you?

“Take Barney the bunny.” Daddy took your stuffed bunny from your feet and into your chest.

“Barney will come to space with me,” you said.

“Of course he is. But you need to go to sleep because my friends are coming over and I don’t want to take care of a baby while they are here,” he said as he was searching for your pacifier under the pillow.

“Here,” he forced it into your mouth, “calm down and go to sleep. If I see you awake next time, I’ll tire you up another way”.

Daddy left the room. The nightlight shone on the solar system. It was spinning.

You held Barney, sucked on your paci, and looked up. You were so relaxed, you wet yourself almost without realizing. It was so great spending time in your crib. Who would ever have thought?

“Are you still up?!” Daddy's voice startled you, “20 minutes had passed, and you are still awake, and my friends are just about to arrive”.

Daddy went for the first drawer under the changing table. He took out the vibrating wand.

You spat your pacifier, “Please Daddy, I don’t want to cum, not again”, you pleaded.

“You don't give me any chance, because I gave you one,” he said as he walked back.

“You made me cum this morning and this afternoon. Please, Daddy, it’s wrecking me cumming so much in a day,” you begged.

“That’s the point boy, you’ll be tired at no time and fall asleep like a log. I can’t have you crying during the game,” he said and switched on the wand.

Daddy grabbed the pacifier and forced it again to your mouth. You knew not to spit it out, because one of the rules of the house is to always have your paci while cumming.

“No no,” you whined through the pacifier.

Daddy put the wand to its maximum vibration and pressed it onto the front of your damp diaper. You wiggled in your place, knowing not to move, because resetting too much to Daddy could cost you a spanking, and you were afraid he might do it in front of his friends.

Your peepee grew hard.

You wiggled and jiggled in your crib. Sucking a paci, holding Barney, as another man was making you cum in your wet diaper.

Your pee grew harder.

Not by penetrating or being penetrated. Not by sex. Without sexual desire or romantic one. Against your will and choice.

Your pee grew harder and was on the edge.

Making you cum, so you, the baby, will go to sleep, and the men can watch the game quietly. They don’t want to deal with you tonight, and they don’t want to deal with the baby tonight. It’s the men’s time.

“Daddy noooooo” you became so beat, the paci fell from your mouth.

You climaxed in your diaper. Shots of thin watery substance just disappeared in your diaper. Absorbed like it was nothing, the nothing that your seed really was.

“Shhh shhh shhh, my baby boy. That’s it, let it all out,” he said and gave you the pacifier yet again, but this time you took it back peacefully. Then he turned off the wand.

“Now when there's no more strength in you for tonight, now you can finally fall asleep. See you tomorrow baby,” Daddy said and left the room, leaving a crack in the door.

You fought to stay awake. The solar system became blurry. You and Barny will fly to other plants next time. Your eyes were shutting down. You began to think about how you are forced to do many things, but you became so tired, you fell asleep mid-thought.

babydou15

Daddy says no one can see my diapee under these pants.

Rule number 1 to being a good baby : Always trust daddy 🤭

babydou15

Baby : “Daddy, can I go to the bathroom?

Daddy : 🤨...What for?

Baby : To go potty like big boys, it’s been sooooo long. Just once, pleaaaase!

Daddy : You know what? Why not after all? Let’s go to the bathroom!

Baby : 😮

…

Daddy : *pulls down pajamas pants and briefs* There, now you can pretend you’re going like a big boy.

Baby : Hmmm… that’s not what I meant daddy…

Daddy : You asked to go to the bathroom, you’re in the bathroom.

Baby : B-but…

Daddy : No buts baby. Now, fill up your Pamps and make me proud. There’s still time to avoid the spanking that’s awaiting you in a couple minutes. And next time you ask something like this to daddy, don’t be surprised if I bring you to a public restroom and pull down your pants in front of a urinal. We’ll see who wants to be a big boy then!”

shrugging

Pick your fighter

adultbabystories

“Where is he already?”

“Are we going to have a good laugh or what?”

“No way it’s true!”

You heard the loud chatter coming from the living room. More than a few people were waiting for you. They were told to come over that night for a big reveal. Something about you and your relationship, something different, something embarrassing.

You sat on the floor in the other room, taking it all in. You agreed to it, you wanted it, at least you thought so, at least it's what you’ve made to believe. The wet diaper under you reminded you that your new status was nothing more than that of a baby. From the man of that household to nothing more than a diaper-wearing baby.

You agreed not only to reveal your new status to the close people in your life, but to be treated like the baby that you are, around them. To seal your new fate, the first step around them will be the biggest.

You are going to be changed in front of them all, and being dressed in the babyish outfit there is.

No privacy. No dignity. No masculinity.

Naked, diapered, babied. From the deepest secret to the biggest reveal.

“Baby boy, crawl to me right now!”

A familiar voice called to you from the living room. Obedient as you are, you got on all fours and crawled your way to the living room.

Was it your will, or not? Was it your choice, or not?

You had no time to think it over. The soggy diaper hung from your backside. Everybody is going to see that diaper getting changed in a few minutes.

Crawl baby. Crawl now.

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Everybody is going to find out about @abdlbuffbaby1

stinky-in-pinky

“Arms in. Ankles out. That’s right, sweetpea. Just like you built it.”

You hated that she was right. You had built this monstrosity. Every plank. Every bolt. Every humiliating little measurement she’d barked out while you stood there, diapered and pink-cheeked, holding a cordless drill like a fool.

It had started when she asked for a pergola. You’d put it off. For months. Then the leaky sink. The shelves. The dog door. All conveniently forgotten.

So she gave you a different kind of project.

Now your legs are locked wide at the ankles, strapped into two thick wooden slots that make your sodden padding painfully obvious. You squirm, but there’s nowhere to go. Arms and legs bound, feet flat, cheeks burning. The seat creaks beneath you—still unpainted, still raw.

Just like you.

She hums behind you. Then the tray slides in with a sharp clack.

“There we go. My little handyman’s all strapped in. Can’t whine about your chores now, can you?”

She pinches your cheek, gripping it and forcing you to shake your head back and forth. “Noo!! You sure can’t!” She coos mockingly, giving you a little smack for good measure. You harumph behind your pacifier, careful not to let it fall out of your mouth, lest you earn another trip over her knee.

She sets a bowl of something gray and lumpy on the tray, then pops the pacifier out of your mouth with a soft click. Your stomach turns as you watch her pick up a spoon—not too big, so it doesn't go by too quickly, but not too small either. Just enough to make sure you get the full taste. She loads it up deliberately, the mush threatening to spill over the edges.

“Open wide, baby boy.”

You hesitate. She doesn’t.

Her fingers grip the sides of your jaw and she purrs, “Oooopen. Or should I get the feeding gag again?”

Reluctantly, your mouth parts. She shovels a sloppy spoonful in.

“There’s my big, helpful little man. Bet that mouth didn’t mind building this highchair once the cage went on, huh?”

You groan, barely able to swallow the mush without gagging.

She tsks.

“Aww. Does it taste yucky, pumpkin? Maybe you should’ve fixed the sink when I asked. Or changed the air filters. Or gotten off your lazy ass and shown me you could act like a grown-up.”

Another spoonful. It dribbles down your chin.

“So messy! Tsk tsk. Between your face, your ‘man cave’, and that soggy thing between your legs, you just can’t keep anything clean, can you?”

You glance down. The wood grain of the tray is unfinished—rough, sanded but unsealed. Your arms ache. Your thighs tremble. Your diaper crinkles shamefully with each breath.

“Oh, and since you’re such a natural at woodworking now,” she coos, wiping your chin with the back of the spoon, “Mommy’s decided what your next few projects will be.”

You blink.

She leans in, sweet as poison. “A changing table, for starters. Sturdy enough to strap down a squirmy little handyman who gets a little too handsy while his cage gets cleaned—and who’s clearly going to be needing lots of diaper changes, the way he fills them like it’s his job.”

You whimper.

“And a crib. Full-sized. Lockable. With bars you will install, since you’re so clever with those tools.”

You try to shift. Your diaper squishes. Her smile widens.

“I’ll be checking your cuts, of course. I don’t want my crinkly little carpenter getting a splinter while he’s curled up in his pretty nightie.”

Another spoon. Another whimper.

“Oh, and the pergola?” She sighs dreamily. “Still happening. But now you’ll do it with your pampers on full display, a pacifier in your mouth, and the only time you get to stop is for bottle breaks. No more ‘forgetting,’ right baby?”

You nod slowly, defeated.

“Good. Now open up. Here comes the choo-choo for my crinkly little carpenter. Chugga chugga—”

Your eyes close as the spoon slides between your lips.

She’s still humming. You can smell the fresh sawdust on your fingers.

You built this—not just the highchair, but the whole humiliating little world you’re now trapped in.

And she’s just getting started.

babypudge

"You won't tell the other boys about this, will you?" 🥺

babypudge

"Alright buddy, looks like you still haven't hit the outer layer of last night's bedtime diaper, so you should be okay without a change until lunchtime, let's get you strapped into your carseat and hit the road!"

"Umm Daddy, I think you might be forgetting something..."

"Don't worry, small-fry, I've already got two full bottles waiting for you in the car and I just washed the glovebox pacifier stash the other day, so we should be all set."

"No, Papa, you forgot something I should probably have on before we go out in public..."

"Ha! Oh wow, I was in such a rush I didn't even think about it, but you're right, champ... you really should have your wrist leash locked on. I'm so used to your backpack harness having one attached that I forgot your snazzy new "big boy" bag doesn't have anything to keep my precious lil' guy from wandering off at the street fair. I think we'll stop at the face painting booth first, doesn't that sound fun, tiger?"

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