HGGGHNN b,,,Bbuuhhhh @w@!!~

Gosh 😵‍💫

w-woag >.<

…well fuck this hits 😵‍💫

I was not prepared for the headspace this immediately put me in. Help I’m shrinking!

Oh >\\\\\<

Buhhh!

"All the money you earned from pleasuring cute boys will go straight to affording the diapers you love so much. Isn't that wonderful?~"

AWAWAAA HUFFF ^~^ >w<

Daddy notices your frown and tries to cheer you up. “Come on, buddy. You and your brother can watch some cartoons while I prepare breakfast. I’ll change you into some dry diapers later; you aren’t even that wet yet”.

You couldn’t even dream of that. Today marks the third wet night in a row so you won’t even be allowed pull-ups during the day.

“Hey, it’s okay little guy. I know you can’t help it”, Daddy says and ruffles your hair which only makes you blush even harder. You notice your big brother standing in the door. He’s wearing a cartoon shirt and big boy undies which means he must have kept his pull-ups dry tonight.

You should be used to this ritual by now but it still makes you blush a little bit. “Looks like someone shouldn’t have had that soda before bed yesterday”, Daddy announces which makes you try to hide behind your stuffie.

You hug your stuffie and close your eyes again, trying to get a few more minutes of sleep but not even two minutes daddy comes into your room. He sits down on your bed, pulls back your covers and reaches one hand into your pyjama bottoms to check the state of your diaper.

Or rather your bum bum is still a little sore from the spanking you got after yesterday's ‘touching yourself on the changing table’ incident and reminds you that it doesn’t want another round over daddy’s lap so soon. You can hear daddy in the room next door waking up your brother.

Im honestly still to this day trying to figure out how to order some super strong medical grade diuretics instead of the store bought stuff