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Holding it all in refusing to do it in them, when the whole reason we've you back in them is because you've not been making it.

Happy to soil his undies but wont use his nappy thinks it's babyish

So son a couple of these magic bullets shoved up there will make you use them. OH and don't bother asking

I love taking diapered bubble baths 🛀

Mommy sneaks quietly to the door of the nursery and watches her boy play for a while. How did she get so lucky to have her sweet boy.

“Hey sweetpea! Are you having fun playing with your toys?” Her little guy mumbles some inaudible words through his paci making her chuckle a little bit. “Oooh that sounds like a lot of fun! Come here so mommy can hold you.”

She picks him up, puts him on her hip, and gives him some Eskimo kisses on his nose. While he is distracted she squeezes his bottom. “Did you go potty for mommy??” He blushes as he looks away. “Awwww it’s okay baby. That’s what mommy is here for.” As she is calming him down she get a whiff of something else. “Ohhh hunny did you make a present for momma too??”

His face turns as red as a beet and he buries his face in her chest. “Sweetie it’s okay. I am so proud of my little stinker!” She says as she pats his bottom and rubs his back. Planting a little smooch on his soft red cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up so you can finish playing while I make us some lunch.”

She helps him up in the changing table and can’t help but to give his little booty a pinch as he climbs up

“Mommyyyy stop itttt!” He says as he wiggles his way up. “Oh stop pouting. I just can’t get over how cute my little prince is.”

She starts to unbutton the snaps on his romper and assesses the damage. “My goodness! Looks like somebody is mommys little super soaker!” She says as she squeezes the front of his diaper. A faint little moan accidently slips from the little boy and his mommy can’t help but grin.

Wait Mommy, NO! Wait, wait, hold on. I'm not wearing my shorts. I need my shorts, Mommy! Wait, please!

Oh, hush, sweetie. Come along, now. We don't have time for this. We're already running late.

But, but... People might see me. They, they'll, see my, my, diaper.

Oh, I'm sure they will, sweetie. A cute little crinkle butt like you, waddling around, following his pretty Mommy like a silly little duck. Quack! Quack!

MOMMY!

I'm just teasing. No one's paying attention. So, stop your fussing, potty pants. I've got your diaper bag right here. There's an extra pair of shorts in here somewhere.

Can I have em, now? Mommy, PLEASE!

Oh, that's enough, now. You know as well as I do, once we get there it'll be time for a change anyway. Once you're in a clean diaper again, Mommy will get your shorts for you. Don't worry, we'll get your diaper booty coverd up before you're out of the car.

In the car? You can't change me in the car! Someone might see me!

Again with this? Just stop. Mommy most certainly can, and will, change your butt in the back seat of the car, or anywhere else, if I see fit! Ever since you wanted Mommy to 'take charge,' you no longer have any say in how I handle your care. Remember you wanted all this. You should have though long and hard about giving up control, and what 'back to babyhood' really means. I'm not playing around at this, you don't get to just pick and choose whatever you feel like in the moment.