littlebearblueab: A burst of urine began to escape out of your peepee and into your diaper. De
littlebearblueab: A burst of urine began to escape out of your peepee and into your diaper. Despite the situation, you couldn’t help yourself from squirming around on your knees, sucking hungrily on your thumb as the warmth began to spread across the front of the freshly changed padding. At the very least, it helped remind you that you loved your diapers, even if they were going to be the source of your embarrassment soon.Glancing down and taking your state of dress in, you sighed. After your diaper change, daddy had begun to dress you while cheerfully announcing that it was time to go run some errands. Not in your big boy clothes, though. Instead he’d pulled out a new, stretchy-knit white tee and threaded it over your head. The shirt sported red sleeves and a cheerful print of a choo-choo across the chest. It barely came down to the upper waistband of your diaper. You started to complain, but a stern look from daddy was warning enough to stay silent.Following the shirt, daddy produced a matching pair of red shorts made of the same stretchy fabric and knelt down. Telling you to step in one foot a time, he gave you little tickles as you obeyed, smirking at your infantile giggles. The shorts wrapped tightly around your padding, emphasizing the bulk that they obviously had no intention of concealing. Bright and shiny snaps across the crotch left no doubt that they were made to be worn by an oversized toddler like you. At least they came up over your crinkly waistband, not that it really mattered with your poofy diaper outlined beneath them.Dressed and ready for the day, as daddy put it at least, you were guided to your play area in the living room while he went and got himself ready to go out. And now here you were, too flustered and panicked to play. Without much thought about it on your part, your thumb quickly found its way into your mouth. The soothing suckling began to gently ease away the anxiety, but the embarrassment and uncertainty of your situation stayed prominent. Until you began to wet yourself, at least.As you finished piddling your pampers, you could hear daddy’s footsteps coming down the hallway. He emerged into the living room, short, cropped brown hair freshly styled and sporting jeans with a dark-blue polo. You sent your pleadingest, most puppy-doggiest look up at him from behind your thumb. He chuckled and knelt down in front of you, his confident gaze looking directly into your bashful, uncertain eyes.“Sorry kiddo, that’s not working on me today. You need to get used to everyone else seeing you as the baby that we both know that you are. Remember, you wanted this. You agreed to it when you asked me to make you a baby. No turning back now. Just stay close to daddy and you’ll be fine, okay sport? Now come on, we’ve got a big day ahead of us!”Without waiting for a response, he took your free hand in his firm, gentle grip and tugged you up to your feet. Toddling behind, never having been more aware of your diapers than you were at this moment, you struggle to keep up with daddy’s fast gait. Sucking harder on your thumb with every waddling step, you whimper. Here goes nothing… Noooooo daddy don’t… -- source link