Baby boy

Daddy’s favorite thing was to dress you up childish as he could. It doesn’t matter where you two went, when, or with whom. You are way past arguing about being diapered or having bedtimes. You lost control holding it long ago and now by eight you are so sleepy anyway. You are way past being talked to as a child, by daddy or his friends. You know they know better and have their way every time, you have no voice anymore.

You have no real choice. Especially over the way you are dressed. As an adult, it was such a headache choosing the right outfits for every specific occasion. Now it’s daddy’s problem, he knows what’s right for you.

It can be whatever he thinks and that’s how it’s going to be.

Today daddy and his friends are gathering around to watch a football game He dressed you up in shortalls so you can play around inside and outside, while the men are watching football, drinking, and smoking cigars.

Daddy diapered you in the thickest night diaper, so he would have to take care of it only at the end of the day. Waddle away boy, let daddy worry for you. Every few minutes, daddy is spotting your bright red clothing in the corner of his eye, watching his boy, checking he is okay.

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