The Life And Times Of A Little Robot

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You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear my partners say to each other "how's the baby doing?" Or "has the baby eaten?"

Diapers are fashion, and I will die on this hill. And the duality of diapers under adult clothes? Intoxicating.

when I’m out and about, I veer towards a touch of discretion ( okay….maybe from time to time I’ll wear my husky or green dragon hat. I wear my diaper themed/ abdl style stuff mainly at home. When I am out and about during the day, I’m usually just wearing plain white diapers. I don’t go to extremes to conceal them, but I don’t openly flaunt them either. If somebody catches my diaper peeking over the waistband of my shorts, good for them. I use a wheelchair (or leg braces) So people are going to go gawk and act like imbeciles anyway. Many times they will say something stupid (one thunder-thighed Boomer actually demanded to know where my ‘caregiver’ was: I replied, “…uh…where’s yours? Isn’t it past your curfew at the nursing home?”) so peoples eyes will naturally be drawn towards me anyway, because all my God, I’m a young person using a wheelchair independently. (Or they will glare at me when they see me in handicap spots because how DARE a YOUNG MAN park in a ….oh wait…he’s using. Wheelchaih….awh muy goodness…

Stop me at the front door before we go out to make sure I have a dry diaper on?

Carry my diaper bag everywhere we go?

Sneak some of your favorite diapers from my stash to your house for when I come over to visit, and make me sleep in just a diaper during sleepovers so you can "keep an eye on things?"

Give me butt pat's randomly throughout the day and pretend like you're not checking me?

Leave one of my diapers in the pouch of your car seat and "forget" about it when you take me and your friends out for drinks?

Ask me if I need a change exactly when I need one, but dont tell me how you knew I needed one?

Set up an elaborate plan where you'll just absolutely HAVE to change me at your parents' Christmas party because I accidentally drank too much of the punch you were constantly passing my way?

Find any reason on earth to bring up anything about me wearing and needing diapers and how involved you are in that while i'm trying really hard to talk about normal big boy life?

Ask me "uh huh. And who wears the diapers in this house?" Anytime you want to win an argument?

Treat me like a toddler because you think it's adorable how I react?

Ask me, "Does that fit over your diapers okay, buddy?" When you take me shopping for clothes?

Ask me if I'm wet in a public situation loud enough for me to hear it, but just quiet enough for everyone else to miss it?

Watch me waddle all over town, but never say that it's obvious?

Say, "Are you happy to see me, or is that just your wet diaper?" When you get handsy?

Call me your "Little Potty Pants Goober." Whenever you feel like it?

Change me during an adventure, like on a hike, or on a climbing trip where you take your sweet time untaping my old diaper, cleaning me up, rubbing butt paste on my booty and privates, unfolding and taping on the new diaper just to make me nervous and squirmy?

Order restocks of the diapers you think I look cutest in, even if it means I'll only have baby-ish diapers to wear to work and everywhere else I go? And mention that you set up an auto order for them so I'll have no choice but to wear them?

Make me a changing schedule that has been formed so perfectly that you'll be the only one changing my diapers from now on? And adding the additional rule that I'll be in trouble if I try to do it myself?

Make me keep my diapers on during every "special feel good time" so I dont have any accidents on the bed?

Notice the bulk of my diapers through my clothes, but denying that anyone can tell?

Drive me everywhere, and give me constant checks throughout the car ride?

Help me pack my suitcase full of diapers for a vacation, but insist that you carry some extra diapers in your carry-on just in case I'll need a change on the way there?

Keep it a secret that you're taking me to a nude beach after you tape me into the most childish diaper I own?

Ask the waiter for a kids' menu "for the big boy here" so you can send me straight to little space just because you think it's cute?

Wake up before I do to sneakily give my nighttime diaper a check so you know if I'll need a change right away or not?

Secretly convert the guest bedroom into a nursery while I'm on a business trip so you can surprise me with my new way of life when I get back?

Give me a strict bedtime that results in an 8+ hour night sleep so that you can guarantee super soaked nighttime diapers because you think it's adorable how much of a bedwetter I am?

Tell a few of your trusted close friends that your boyfriend is still in diapers, and then proceed to tell me that you told them before they come over for game night?

Learn my body's routine so well that you dont really need to check me anymore. You just know that I'll need a change at a certain time of day?

Message me things like "How's your diaper doin' kiddo?" "Have you changed yet?" "Get home soon so we can get you changed before dinner's ready!" "Did you remember to bring your diaper bag with you?" "I bet you're probably soaked right now, huh?"

Bring my diaper bag into the amusement park with us whether I'll need it or not because you know the bag will be checked and the contents will be removed? And that you'll need to open it at random because you might need to find the sunscreen, chapstick, tissues, water, snacks, phone, wallet, sunglasses, and anything else you might have stashed in there?

Okay, cool...

Yeah, I think I'll have to say yes to that because all the butterflies in my tummy told me to. Sorry, I dont make the rules.

Lmao get cradled loser

Covers you with blanket

As usual, inspired by a real recent scene… 😉

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You squirm in your car seat. You’re seated at the back of the car while Daddy is driving and Papa is in the passenger seat. You can hear them chatting about a new film that just came out, already trying to plan a night out and check if your "uncles" could possibly babysit you one evening. It’s none of your business anyway, so you just go back to looking to your right through the tinted window. Luckily for you the back windows are tinted so you can be your true self and not have to worry about anyone seeing you.

How embarrassing would that be… Daddy and Papa always tightly secure you in your oversized car seat. On top of that, since you made a mess on the seats with a lollipop a couple of months ago, they never leave you in the car without a "drool" bib as they call it. Of course, this comes with a pacifier as well to soothe you during the car ride, they say.

Today is a hot summer day and it’s very hot in the car. The kind of temperature that makes it feel like a giant heat wave hits you as soon as you open the car door. So, papa removed your dungarees and left you in your yellow and white onesie and your slightly soggy padding. Nothing else needed after all, and it feels much better. You wouldn’t want to be too hot and be a cranky boy, that could get you in trouble.

About half an hour into the car ride, a very common feeling creeps in. Your tummy is sending you a message and you know there’s no escaping it. But it’s always so embarrassing to go in the car, especially when both papa and daddy are there. Maybe you can hold a little and wait 10 more minutes until you’re home.

Holding it in…This is not something you do much anymore. Why bother? You’ve been in Pamps for the last two years and have no way of convincing Daddy nor Papa of letting you use the "big boy potty" ever. So you do not hold. There’s no point.

Six long minutes go by and it’s too much already. You start squirming and whimpering a little through your pacifier which catches Daddy’s attention. You can see he’s looking at you from the rear mirror.

"Everything OK back there babyboy?", he says raising an eyebrow.

You ignore him and try to hold a bit more. Only two minutes left until you’re home now, so you think you can make it. You can already see the Main Street near home.

Daddy discreetly winks at papa and they share a knowing smile.

"Oh, silly me!", one of them says. "I needed something from the grocery store. One more stop it is!"

Daddy proceeds to turn around and your chances of making pushies out of your car seat disappear.

It’s too much for you to take in and you start crying. Literally crying like a baby as you are about to miserably fill the seat of your Pamps with no chance to escape.

"Aww kiddo, what are those tears for, uh? I know it’s past nap time, we’ll be home in no time, okay? Keep making pushies for Daddy and Papa, you’re doing a good job. You’re going to stink up the whole car, but we love you for it. We know it’s too hard for a little boy like you to hold it in like a big boy. There’s no need to try and prove us anything, okay? Now keep pushing and if you’re a good boy, I’ll buy you some big kid cookies instead of the baby ones for snack time."

In a symphony of sounds that make Daddy and Papa silently laugh, you lose control and become the messy boy your daddies love so much.

"Pheeew buddy, this is not a small present you’re leaving us. What a stinker!", Daddy says. "I wonder who will be the lucky one to change this diapee. Would you like to pick who gets to change you when we’re home?"

“Papaaa”, you reply with an unmistakable grin barely hidden behind your oversized pacifier. You know he’s the one who always tries to escape messy changes duty, even after hundreds of those. So, it’s always fun to get your revenge however you can.

“You little rascal, don’t be surprised if you get attacked by the tickle monster once you’re in your fresh diapee…. Someone may start his nap soggy already", papa jokingly warns.

About 20 minutes later, you finally get home and are lifted up by Papa. He gently rubs your back as he carries you upstairs.

"I don’t think there’s anytime to lose, kiddo. This Pamp is on the verge of exploding!"

He sits you up on your changing table and starts unsnapping your onesie and stops.

"Before I change you. Look at me in the eyes and tell me what you’ve done, buddy."

You’re surprised and remain silent, before Papa’s insisting look take the words out of your mouth.

"I…I went boom boom in my diapee, papa”, you say blushing a little.

"Mhm, and where did you do that?"

“In the car…”

“That’s correct, in your car seat. Is that what big boys do? Are you a big boy?”

You shake your head.

“Indeed, you are not a big boy. Who does that?”

“Little boys, Papa.”, you reply with a reddened face.

Papa nods and continues looking straight into your eyes. "Now, I do not want to see you holding in your boom boom when we’re in the car, kiddo. Or ever. You are not a big boy. You are not supposed to be holding anything in. Everything ends in your paddings and I do not want to see you resist this in any way. Alright? You have nothing to prove us. You are and will always be filling those Pamps anywhere and anytime. Is it understood?". Papa’s voice doesn’t sound upset or loud. He is very calm but very assertive. So assertive that you just nod in return.

"Good boy, I love you so much, you know that", he says giving a kiss on your pacifier.

Being little, for this little one, wasn't so little at all. Even though they were small, they felt everything so large! Like the size of an elephant, and the speed of a plane, it was so much.

When kiddo was happy, it was like fireworks! It was like explosions of all their favorite things, it was like bright bright yellow, like the sun on a warm, hot day.

When kiddo was sad, it was like a bad bad storm. With so much rain, and roads that flood! It was like a dark, spooky black, like a pit with no bottom that they trip and fall into.

When kiddo was confused, it was like the whole wide world swirled upside down! Like not a thing made sense! It was like tangled up hair; so so hard to get through.

When kiddo was angry, it was like fire and ice! So extreme and so sharp; and it sounded like thunder! It was like such foggy days, making it so they couldn't see a thing but all those feelings.

And yet, kiddo was still little! With all this big, bright, spooky, confusing emotions, that just felt too much. Too much, like it was going to break the little one into pieces, with how much it was! Oh, it was so difficult for such a small thing.

With all these emotions, it was hard to be okay. All that pressure made them so tired. Were they too much?, they would wonder. Will anyone be able to handle how much I feel?, they questioned. I can't even handle how I feel, little one sighed.

But, baby, it's okay. My, you have such big emotions! Big, like mountaintops and skyscrapers! But that doesn't make you bad. It doesn't make you 'too much'. For you, such an emotional kiddo, you deserve to feel as much as you need. And to be held, and cradled. You'll have sweet, comfy things, to ease all that pressure, of those big big feelings.

No matter if you fuss or hit when anger is too much, you'll be hushed and held. No matter if you scream or run when joy is so so so bright, you'll be applauded and accompanied. No matter if you cry or shout, when things make no sense, you'll have your tears dried and everything explained simply. No matter if you want to run away, when things get so so so so sad, you'll have your CG's arms to run right into.

Feel brightly, baby.