diaper-curious

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.

Inspired by a real scene this morning… enjoy! 😉

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You’re half asleep in your crib. It must be 5 or 6 am. Not that it matters, it’s too dark to be up anyway. You’re messy and probably soggy too, that usually goes together. It happened some time during the night but you don’t remember about it. Once again, it doesn’t matter.

If your chastity cage wasn’t preventing it, you would be very excited and hard in your padding, but that’s something from the past. Now you’re excited, but hard wouldn’t be a fitting word. Tight sounds more accurate.

And yet, it feels good. You fill up your Pamp a bit more and make it warm all over again. It feels so good, you are in pure bliss. You grab your plushie and gently place it under you before slow motions can be seen from under the covers. Up and down. Up and down. Slow, steady and crinkly.

A long time ago, before you met daddy and had never worn a cage, this would have been so frustrating. You would have whined, sighed and given up. You’ve done this a bit with daddy too, at the beginning. But now, it’s all different. It’s making you even more excited, because you know that what you are doing is forbidden, even half asleep you know that you are going against the rules and it is thrilling. This is what "thrilling" means to you now.

The squishiness of your padding, the crinkles, the comfort of your Dinosaur blanket and the softness of your favorite plushie make you hump faster and faster. The smell would repulse any man in their 20’s, but you are not a man anymore, so it makes you go harder, stronger. Daddy got you used to the smell and to the feel of being messy. Not only did he get you used to it, he made sure that your brain now associates it to "naughty pleasure". It wasn’t easy, it took time and a lot of patience, but it eventually happened.

This moment is the proof that it worked.

Your pacifier muffles your quiet moans and makes you drool on your pillow. You bite on it as you get closer to the finish line, one humping motion at a time.

And then it happens.

You shiver and moan a bit louder, still trying to be quiet, before a sticky wave fills the front of your padding. Thrust after thrust, your locked and throbbing member empties out.

You wait a few seconds, expecting to feel relief, but it does not feel so good. You had never made "stickies", as daddy asks you to call them, through the cage without Mr Buzzy Wand before.

Your frustration rises as you end up panting, drooly, soggy, sticky and messy without feeling much pleasure. You wonder if it was worth the hassle and realize that probably not. Listening to Daddy and Papa would have made more sense and would have avoided this sticky situation. Luckily, the mobile above your head soothes you and you fall back asleep within a couple of minutes, hoping that your sticky mess will disappear into your Pamps and never be discovered…

What you don’t know is that on the other side of the wall, Papa has seen it all, from the monitor in their bedroom. He enjoyed the show, to say the least, and is eagerly waiting for Daddy to wake up to tell him everything about it. Oh, how happy Daddy will be when he hears that his training worked and that you love your paddings so much that a chastity cage and a messy bum did not prevent you from climaxing.

Unfortunately for you, rules have been broken and this cannot go unpunished.

Papa dressed up our little boy this morning and I did not pay attention to the t-shirt he was wearing under his dungarees. Only discovered it was a brand new one with a very special message on it when I was about to change someone’s smelly crinkly package.

I should have known when this little guy started giggling at papa when we headed off for changies… 😉