littlebearblueab:“Can you please change my diaper, daddy?” “Hmm, I don’t know. That second diaper d
littlebearblueab:“Can you please change my diaper, daddy?” “Hmm, I don’t know. That second diaper doesn’t seem very wet yet…” “Pleeease, papa? Not soggy, but…um, stinky.” The overgrown toddler’s voice fell to a whisper. “Oh, I see! Well get to the changing table and let’s have a look.” Crinkling as he toddled into the nursery and planted his palms on the changing table, the diaperboy spread his legs for papa to check his pampers. His breath caught as daddy pressed close behind him, reaching between his thighs and leisurely tugging each snap of the onesie open. Brushing the garment aside, daddy tugged the diaper’s waistband out with one hand, peering inside, and cupped the boy’s squishy padded seat in the other, giving several firm squeezes. He continued for a bit, enjoying his fussy baby’s squirms and whines. “Phew! You’re definitely stinky. Nothing new for you though, right?” He punctuated this with another smush. “Yes, papa,” the bashful crinklebutt replied around his paci, wincing with each squish of the dirty mess within his double-thick pampers, “Does that mean I get changed?” “Hmmm,” daddy pondered, running a palm all over the poofy white posterior, applying gentle, comforting pats, “I don’t think so, kiddo.” “But daddy—” “No back talk, mister. You’re barely wet! Why don’t you just go back to the nursery and watch some cartoons.” “Yes papa,” the submissive man whined, shame and helplessness overwhelming any grownup thoughts or protests. He was stuck in full, dirty diapers. Daddy’s tone of voice meant any arguing would be dealt with swiftly. “Good boy. Now go on! I’m sure your plushies are missing you.” Sending the diaperboy on his way with a firm spank, daddy smirked as he watched the blushing, pacifier-nursing grown man waddle back to the nursery, diaper drooping heavily between his legs. Life was good. -- source link