Curious Brian

This is how I wish and wanted my wife would have treat me.

Little does anyone know I’m carrying a diaper bag for the guy next to me 🤭

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My Squirmy boy 🤍

Friday morning cuddlz with my Bunny

Let Mommy get this diaper nice and tight for you.

Boys are messy creatures. From their sticky fingers to their questionable aim in the bathroom, boys have never been good at keeping things clean. A diaper just simplifies the whole process—no more "oops, I missed" or "it was just an accident!"

Moms and girlfriends are already cleaning up after them. Ever noticed how boys conveniently “forget” how to do laundry, dishes, or pick up their own socks? They already expect someone else to handle their messes—diapers just make it official!

They think farting is funny. So let’s see how they like a full diaper. Boys love to giggle about their own gas, but let’s see how funny it is when there’s more than just air in their diaper. Oh, what's that? Suddenly it's "not so funny"? Thought so!

They have the attention span of a goldfish. Oh, look! A ball! A car! A flashing light! Boys get so distracted by the simplest things—who has time to actually remember to use the potty when there are way more important things to focus on? Best to keep them safely diapered so they don’t make a mess when they inevitably forget.

They have NO shame. Boys will scratch, burp, and do all sorts of gross things in public without a second thought. If they have no problem acting like babies in front of everyone, why not dress them like one too?

They never know when to stop playing. Boys will run around, roughhouse, and completely ignore their obvious potty signals until—oopsie! Too late! Rather than trusting them with big boy underwear (as if!), it’s just safer to keep them padded so they can go whenever they inevitably lose track of time.

They’re so lazy. Let’s be honest, even if a boy could make it to the potty, would he really want to? Getting up, stopping what he's doing, actually aiming—so much effort! It's just easier to let him go in his diaper like the helpless little thing he is.

They still act like babies, so they might as well wear what babies wear. Boys whine when they don’t get their way, throw tantrums over the smallest things, and sulk when they lose. If they’re going to act like fussy little toddlers, they should be dressed like one too—diapers included!

They hate being told what to do. Which makes it even more fun! The best part? They’ll huff and puff, but there’s nothing they can do about it. They can squirm all they want—at the end of the day, they’ll still be right where they belong: safely diapered.

Deep down, they know they belong in diapers. At the end of the day, all their silly protests and puffed-up bravado don’t change the truth—boys just aren’t meant for potty training. They’re much better off being padded, protected, and properly taken care of. And while that will never change, their diapers certainly will—again and again and again

When you first put them on, when they’re so crisp and pristine and brand new, they feel good. They feel clean, and safe, and cozy. The padding sliiiightly spreading your legs apart, the cushioning on your butt when you sit down, the crinkles to remind you how little you are. The thick padding helping absorb sensations, you can just start rubbing yourself and humping and it just…. There’s nothing like it. It’s like humping a pillow, but it’s attached to you. Just rubbing and rubbing and rubbing in bliss as you hear the crinkles telling you how futile it is. If this were the end of it I think I’d still love wearing them because they just start out so perfect.

But that’s not where it ends. Diapers were made to be used, and no matter how you choose to fill them, it’s always soooo much fun. When you’re holding your bladder to the point of failure, rubbing your crotch and the pressure and sensation make you leak a little bit. The warmth soaking up into the padding, surrounding your crotch as you leak more and more until you just give out and let it allllll flood into the diapers, swelling around you, the new thickness forcing your legs apart as you are forced to either waddle or crawl. The warmth surrounding you, unable to escape it as you feel the new, squishy texture all around your sensitive bits, easily conforming into the perfect shape to cradle them.

You can also just let go whenever, no holding at all, going whenever you feel the slightest twinge in your bladder. It’s freeing. You don’t have to care about stopping whatever your doing to use the restroom, you can just let it all slowly dribble out as your diaper ever so gradually inflates, until it’s eventually undeniable that you’ve been using it. Sloooowly leaking your warm pee until it’s that wonderful, squishy padding that you love.

Once it’s full, you can REALLY start rubbing it, feeling it squish around your crotch, when you hump into the squishy padding it’s like you really are fucking something, I’ve seen ppl cum hand free by just humping the air in their wet diapers, feeling the squishy padding move up and down along their shaft, perfect conformed to it, until they reach orgasm. It’s almost like a wearable fleshlight. But even if you don’t have a penis, or don’t like penetration, it still feels amazing to have that slick, slippery, warm padding rubbing against you. As you slowly get wet, leaking pre, that doesn’t get absorbed by the padding, in fact, the moisture from your accident helps keep it perpetually wet and slick, so it’s always just sooooooooo slick, sliding nicely around your most sensitive parts as you hump your brain away on your favorite plushy, or someone’s knee, or another cutie’s diaper.

Even when it slowly, slowly starts to grow cold, the cool, wet, squishy padding is exciting in its own way. It makes sure you can never forget what you’re wearing or what you’ve done. Maybe you leak more, briefly warning the padding around your crotch, but the cold can almost be refreshing in its own way,,,

And then you get to take it off, feel the cold air against your skin that’s been trapped in your own mess for so long. You get feel the cold baby wipes getting into every little area, making sure you’re nice and clean, before you get a new diaper slid under you. You’re tickled as the sweet smelling baby powder is applied, and it starts all over again as you’re wrapped up in fresh, new, crinkling padding.

I spotted it before you said a word. The way you stood there, knees slightly turned in, trying not to move. When I got closer, the smell hit first, and then I saw it. You’d had a full accident, the biggest I’ve seen from you. Your diaper was heavy, sagging low, the seat bulging and rounded out. It had leaked, dark brown stains trailing down the back of your pajama pants and onto your socks.

You kept your head down, cheeks flushed, fingers twisting the hem of your shirt like it might hide you. I didn’t scold or rush. “Hey,” I said softly, “you’re perfect. We’ll take care of it.”

I put a hand on your back, feeling the faint warmth through the fabric as I guided you toward the changing space. I wrapped the blanket around your shoulders first, tucking it close, and helped you step out of the wet clothes carefully so nothing else got messy.

The cleanup took a little time; gentle wipes, fresh powder, all slow enough so you could breathe. I kept talking to you, about nothing important, just to make it feel normal. Once you were clean and in a fresh diaper, I helped you into soft, warm clothes and pulled the blanket back around you.

I sat you down, pulled you close, and brushed your hair from your face.