And another outdoor diaper change...
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And another outdoor diaper change...
“You might pretend to be embarrassed about being a baby, little guy. But as soon as I turn Barney on I see all the lights go off and you forget all about your locked little nub and your thick wet diapees 🤣”
f u s s y b a b y
Reblog if you have or want to have a boyfriend who use DIAPERS!
I DO!!!
In a perfect world…le sigh
I can only dream 😍😍
I wish
I wil sitt on u while u wear diapers
Daddy and Mommy make you recite affirmations every morning before they change you:
I belong in diapers.
I need to be in diapers.
I love to be in diapers.
I want to be in diapers.
I am never getting out of diapers.
They say it helps with good behavior.
Sent to bed
Eggs sizzle on the skillet in front of me.
The smell of bacon fills the air.
A pile of freshly made blueberry pancakes sit just off to the side, ready to be devoured when you finally get out of bed.
I smile to myself as I hear the patter of your feet behind me. The awkward rhythm of your steps tells almost as much of a story as the tell-tale crinkling that accompanied it.
I don't turn to face you, just leaning back into your touch as you wrap your arms around my waist and bury your face into my back.
"Morning, little one," I coo, turning to see your eyes peeking up at me from under your messy bed head, "Did my baby sleep well?"
You grumble something wordlessly behind your paci, rub your sleepy eyes, and whimper a little, before looking down at the diaper sagging heavily below the hem of the oversized shirt you wore to bed.
I shake my head and chuckle, giving you a peck on the shield of your binkie before speaking.
"Oh, does someone want a change?"
I say through a smile.
You respond with a hopeful look and nod of your head.
I laugh again.
"Oh, sweetie, no changies before breakfast. You know that! Why waist a didi when we both know that your pants will be more full than your tummy by the end of your meal?"
You let out a dissatisfied grunt.
I smack the soggy padding covering your ass.
Who knew an adult could look so adorable dressed like an overgrown toddler?
"Now, go find your seat, sog monster! Breakfast's almost done, and I made your favorite! Pancakes!"
Your eyes light up at that, and you toddle off quickly to the table.
I turn back to the eggs, grinning as I slide them onto our two plates.
Today was going to be a good day.
"What's wrong, baby? Do you need to potty?"
I shake my head forcefully, as I dance from foot-to-foot, the growing ache in my bladder only a blip in the back of my head compared to the excitement of getting to play catch with you.
"Gah, no!" I whine, holding my mitt back up in the air, "Just throw the ball already!"
I can barely stand still as the baseball flies towards me, slapping my glove with a thud, before I drop it to the ground.
As I look down at the ball, a warm, wet sensation begins at my crotch before working it's way down my exposed legs, all the way to my socks.
Tears begin to feel my eyes as I look up to you.
You shake your head in disappointment, peeling your own glove off as you walk towards me.
"Oh, buddy," you say, gently placing a hand on my shoulder, "I should have known you were a little too big for baseball."
Tears start to roll down my face, threatening to make my cheeks as damp as the inside of my thighs.
I let you take me by the hand back to the house.
"Come on, sweetheart," you say gently, "Let's get you cleaned up, in a pull-up, and find you an activity that's more your speed."
I grimace, looking at my Velcro sneakers in shame as we walk, wondering how long it will be until you let me do anything more athletic than roll a ball across the floor again.
Hiking friends ⛰️
Your stomach twinges slightly and you sink to your knees reflexively.
You give a little push... Your brain barely registers it.
The back of your diaper bulges out as every inch of available space is filled by warm mush.
"Pp.. Poopy" you stammer out. Your synapses are fried.
A few seconds pass and you forget all about your newly filled diaper, and toddle off to go play somewhere else.
Happy lil bedwetter.
A lazy Sunday afternoon 😏
Your caregivers put you in your pyjamas and nightnight diapers at 6:30 but still let you stay at the party... for a while.
At 7:30 sharp you were made to say goodnight to all of their guests and were dumped in your crib.
You still could hear the muted sounds of the party.
“You might pretend to be embarrassed about being a baby, little guy. But as soon as I turn Barney on I see all the lights go off and you forget all about your locked little nub and your thick wet diapees 🤣”