Sans titre

Once daddy made me mess before breakfast he made me wear the stinky pullups for hours as he drove me to the beach I fell asleep and leaked ruining my outfit daddy changed me but had no spare clothes so I used our home rules and spent the day in nothing but a fresh pullup and a tshirt

I signed up to be apart of testing that would help make me and others better soldiers once the issues where worked out. But all that happened was me and the others losing muscle mass and becoming incontinent like toddlers. We all complained but the testing kept going with a promise that all these issues would stop when the shot where perfected

But after 6 months we were all voluntary released directly to are families with several conditions. We would all keep being payed for the rest of are lives as long as “we” or should I say are families followed these conditions. The first was we were to stay with our families long-term and are issues are to be treated like a toddlers would. The second was never told directly to us, but we all new it had something to do with are issues.

So know where stuck as toddlers to are families and don’t even get to talk to any of the others anymore. My issues are getting worse as I have lost almost all control, I don’t even get treated like a 19 year old man anymore. I over hear my parents talk about putting me in diapers, as well as my treatment to be more like a babies.

I can’t even fight it the money is great and my punishments of spankings until I bust into tears have made me more compliant. I am becoming a baby slowly but why? I wet and mess myself almost all the time, my family only sees a baby and I can’t help but feel like I deserve to be one. Some how I feel like this is what I need to be.

Of all of the test subjects this one has remained fiercely defiant. This drug was designed specifically to return any human to a much younger state yet somehow this one stubbornly remains functional. What is most bizzare is that we know the drug worked - he completely lost full control of his faculties within weeks of the treatment and was rendered mute within a month, but even so after two he escaped along with his vital documents and has been evading us at every turn!

The only thing we can come up with is that his younger state never ceased to exist and was not fond of parenting. Many of his posts beforehand confirm this, and what few posts he has managed to make to social media have confirmed as such. He somehow retained the ability to read and text - indicating he was at 3 years old a very advanced child. Rumor has it that he uses an app on his personal cellular device to speak, and changes his own diapers.

I signed up to be apart of testing that would help make me and others better soldiers once the issues where worked out. But all that happened was me and the others losing muscle mass and becoming incontinent like toddlers. We all complained but the testing kept going with a promise that all these issues would stop when the shot where perfected

But after 6 months we were all voluntary released directly to are families with several conditions. We would all keep being payed for the rest of are lives as long as “we” or should I say are families followed these conditions. The first was we were to stay with our families long-term and are issues are to be treated like a toddlers would. The second was never told directly to us, but we all new it had something to do with are issues.

So know where stuck as toddlers to are families and don’t even get to talk to any of the others anymore. My issues are getting worse as I have lost almost all control, I don’t even get treated like a 19 year old man anymore. I over hear my parents talk about putting me in diapers, as well as my treatment to be more like a babies.

I can’t even fight it the money is great and my punishments of spankings until I bust into tears have made me more compliant. I am becoming a baby slowly but why? I wet and mess myself almost all the time, my family only sees a baby and I can’t help but feel like I deserve to be one. Some how I feel like this is what I need to be.

Football or Diapers, Part 1-

Amhurst, Illinois was like any forgettable cowtown that dotted the United States. It had its farmers, its families, and its share of rowdy youth. Rowdy was an understatement however. The high school’s football team was notorious for being nearly criminal in their behavior and almost animal-like with their keggers and get togethers. It was becoming a very real problem for the community. The future relied on its young men and women. If they entered adulthood as they were now, being incompetent, berate, and uncontrollable then there was no hope for this town.  Its brilliant students usually left the town for better opportunities or they fled because they became tired of the antics of their peers. Nobody was benefitting from this toxic and childish culture. The community’s leaders and concerned parents came together. Amhurst couldn’t become a place where immature, violent young men ran unchecked and became the next “leaders”. Never really growing up at all. They began exploring new ways to deal with this epidemic. They were desperate and looking for new answers to preserve the town they loved. 

Peter Jacobs was a fixture and a star on his football team. He was celebrated by his teammates and they encouraged anything reckless or idiotic he did. Peter grew up loving football and working hard at it. It was all he knew besides partying and fooling around with his friends. His parents were pushovers, they loved Peter despite how entitled and irresponsible he could be. Peter had a pathetic GPA, it was a miracle he was going to graduate. By all accounts Peter was a lost cause if it did not involve a football. This did not bother Peter, he knew his football career was coming to an end but he had his buddies to have fun with. Maybe it was all to forget his dismal future but Peter would never tell you that. He had one month before graduation and his parents were panicking.

“Peter, did you remember to order your cap and gown? I know the deadline is coming up soon.” Peter’s mom knew the deadline but she was careful to be perceived as condescending towards Peter. Yes he was 18 years old now but his mom was constantly remembering all of his deadlines and obligations for him. “Yeah mom! It’s coming in the mail, I ordered it a month ago. Chill out please. You’re giving me a headache" Peter barked back. What Peter didn’t know was that his cap and gown would not come in the mail, the seniors were supposed to pick it all up at the high school. His mom took it upon herself to get everything in order for his graduation and it was in fact sitting in her bedroom closet. It made her think about the days when she did everything for him, from drawing a bath to signing his permission slips for field trips. She never felt like he grew beyond that. She was still holding his hand through as much as his responsibilities as possible and yet he still wanted to act like a man. “Ok honey, just double checking. I wouldn’t be a pest about this otherwise but its your graduation. It has to be perfect” Peter’s mom replied with nothing but sweetness in her voice. “Well you succeeded in being a pest. Thanks for nothing.” Peter walked past her in the kitchen and went off to school. At least when he was little he would want to hug her goodbye. 

Today was Monday and that meant that Peter would get together with his pals and talk about their weekend. Every time they got together over the weekend they did something even more outrageous than the last. They had so much beer and hard liquor everyone was shitfaced and passed out by the time the sun had come up on Sunday morning. All of them went to the community church and didn’t show up for mass that day either but that was not the worst of it. It was a big party and a number of people ended up being hospitalized in fear of alcohol poisoning. The football team did not catch word of this until this morning. They thought it was hysterical. It was not surprising they were completely unaware of the level of alcohol intoxication going on around them. “Yeah I heard Bethany almost choked on her own vomit. Freaking gross just like her. I think the vomit would be a step up from how she usually is!” Peter joked. His friends laughed and laughed. They heard the bell for the next class of the day but like they do most of the time, they ignored it and continued talking through 3rd period. 

Back at home, Peter’s parents took the day off to talk about their son. They felt hopeless and also overwhelming frustration with Peter. They had attended all of the community meetings about the football players and other delinquents. After all, Peter was arguably the worst of them all. In the past the meetings led to nothing but three weeks ago researchers from a top research institute from Belgium made a visit to this parent group. They took a big interest in the severity of youth delinquency in this little town. It was shocking when they came across the statistics for this town on its youth. They saw an opportunity, they could finally use their research in the real world and help many desperate families in the process. Of course there were skeptics but eventually the researchers earned the trust of the parents. Slowly the parents became more open to this revolutionary scientific project. Not because they would help advance science to unprecedented feats but because they would solve all of their problems and get their children back. Finally, the decision to implement this program was made. George and Linda, Peter’s parents, would finally step up to the plate and be the right kind of parents to their Peter.

George might of been too lax on his son. He was so proud that Peter was a star player on the football team, something he never accomplished himself. But whenever Peter got into trouble, which seemed like every other day, George would happily look past it all. Peter was perfect in his eyes, he understood how young guys could be. He also wanted Peter to keep loving him and wanting him in his life. But after seeing how emotionally draining this past year had been on his wife and how Peter’s antics like this last weekend almost got some kids killed was enough. He thought about how those meetings made him uncomfortable. He did not want to change Peter for good that way. However, he had no choice now. He knew this was the only way for Peter to have a real shot at life. They were going to be a family one way or another. 

“Hey slugger, come down stairs. Let’s have a talk with mom.” George always felt like the liaison. “Yeah sure Dad but I can’t talk for long, I’m going out tonight.” “Ok, ok just come down we have plans too you know” George laughed back. Peter sat on the recliner, knowing that his dad usually liked sitting there but he didn’t care. If his dad was subjecting him to another family talk he would sit where he wanted. “Dad, Mom. Make this quick” Peter commanded. “Well son, I’ll just get to it. We heard about this last weekend. All of it. Most notably the alcohol poisoning that went on. We are shocked and disappointed in you. But this is not the first time we have had our worries about you. You don’t seem like you’re ready for life outside of high school. Your mom has your cap and gown. We know you never even ordered it.” Peter rolled his eyes causing his father to stop. “Peter, we are dead serious. Listen to us. The cap and gown is just a petty example of the multitude of issues going on with you. You don’t seem to understand that your party, the one you made damn sure had enough alcohol to make this entire town drunk and the one that almost took the lives away of some of your peers is the final straw for us.” George had never been this assertive with Peter, it felt good for once. His mother on the other hand was silent, she was resigned now. “Dad, I know you’re mad but I had no idea! It was really just a last minute thing. We went out to the woods with our truck to celebrate with a pack of beers and suddenly word got out we were having a party even though we never said that.” The excuses did not work anymore, George shook his hood in disappointment. “Peter we’re going somewhere special tomorrow, you won’t have school that day. Be ready by 8am.” With that George and Linda walked back to their bedroom. They embraced each other knowing that tomorrow Peter would be their sweet loving, toddler boy by lunch time tomorrow. 

Peter woke up the next morning even more annoyed than yesterday. He was not use to his parents standing their ground like this. He couldn’t just employ his regular tricks and lies this time. He was a little frustrated at the moment. Coming downstairs he saw his mom and dad in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Peter caught whiffs of maple syrup and sizzling bacon, it was like Saturday morning brunch. Sitting down he was surprised that his mom and dad smiled at him. His mom came and dropped a plate of pancakes with Mickey Mouse’s face on it and half pieces of bacon. “That’s for my sweet baby boy” Peter’s mother said as she pinched his right cheek. Peter just groaned. “Is our big man a little grumpy today? Did you go to bed early enough young man?” his dad asked him. “What’s with all the baby talk? This is weird. You know I’m 18 now right?” Peter was not having his parents’ usual nonsense this early in the day. “Well sport, we’re heading off to see a good ole fashion therapist. We gotta get this business straightened out. We’ll be a happy family after this so hurry with your breakfast.” Peter had never been so irritated with his parents like this before. It was one annoyance after the other. “A therapist? How long will this stupid shit take? If you’re trying to get me to cry in front of a stranger it won’t work.” This time Linda stepped up, “well Peter if you don’t do this then we will be forced to cut you off completely. You won’t have free room and board like you do now. You won’t have much success finding a decent job with no work experience and your awful attitude. You’ll have to sleep at a homeless shelter because we have made sure you can’t stay at the homes of all your buddies because they live with their moms and dads too. We talked to them about this. So join us for an afternoon session or you can start packing up all your belongings.” Peter went slack-jawed at his mother’s retaliating response. He just nodded in agreement and continued eating. He could fake his sincerity through a therapy session better than struggling to find a place to sleep at until his parents calmed down.  

The entire trip to the office of the therapist was a tense and awkward ordeal. His parents were feeling a mixture of excitement, anxiousness, and a little bit of fear knowing how permanent this all would be. The therapist was actually one of the researchers from the Belgian institute. He would really just be assessing Peter to see if he was truly worthy for the procedure. Based on the conversations with George and Linda, Peter was perfect for age regression but it was a mandatory step to see the maladjusted and uncaring boy for himself. Entering the office, Peter grew more and more impatient. They weren’t even greeted by a secretary instead a man in a lab-coat came up to them with a big smile. “Well hello there, I’m Doctor Jacobs. You must be Peter. Pleased to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you.” Peter rolled his eyes like he did multiple times a day. “Yea, I’m Peter. Hi.” Peter barely made eye contact with Doctor Jacobs. This was perfect in Doctor Jacobs’ mind, sure Peter thought he was getting under the doctor’s skin but he was just proving himself worthy of a life back as a toddler. Doctor Jacobs smiled and nodded. Leading them back to the room where Peter would spend his last hour as a young adult for a very long time. 

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You never signed a contract saying, "Yes I will use the toilet"

So it's an option not compulsory. Google adult sized nappies and there's loads available to wear and use and don't worry

9pm quite the young man

Then dad arrives, time to diaper you up for bed little one isn't it

You never signed a contract saying, "Yes I will use the toilet"

So it's an option not compulsory. Google adult sized nappies and there's loads available to wear and use and don't worry

Low waisted pants are perfect for little boys like me. Especially when they forget to wear a belt......

He’d been happy to take in a college junior from America who was studying abroad in Germany for the semester and needed a place to stay. Joseph had a nice house, close to everything in Berlin, and the American boy Nathan had been excited to experience life in the city and not on the campus where other study abroaders were staying.

The first month had been great for Nathan. But then something horrible and awful and weird and humiliating had started happening. He was wetting the bed. The first time he tried hiding the sheets. Joseph found him and assured him it was fine. Happens to everyone. The second time he started to get worried and Joseph again assured him it was fine.

The fifth time? Joseph assured him it was fine “but I also have to protect my stuff and also you should want some protection, bud. It’s not fun waking up in wet pajamas.”

Of course Nathan had no idea about the drugs being fed to him on a nightly basis in the water he drank, which assured he’d wake flooding the bed.

“We’ll talk about it tonight,” Joseph said on the Friday night. “For now you go out and have a good time. I know you’ve been talking to that cute German girl Natalia, right?” The boy downright blushed. How cute! Joseph chuckled to himself. He was quite certain the stunning Natalia would want nothing to do with the American once he was done with him.

Nathan came home at midnight to find Joseph waiting up for him. His German landlord asked him about his night and then said he was headed to bed himself. “You’re welcome to stay up yourself but we need to go over what we talked about earlier.”

The protection. Nathan had been dreading this. How the hell had he become a bedwetter? And he worried about that night as he’d had three or four beers. First Joseph gave him a big glass of water when he heard he’d drank quite a bit. “Help ward off a hangover,” he told the boy gulping the drugged liquid. This concoction included a little extra kick, to not only aid in the bedwetting but also make the boy drowsy and slow-minded. Which is why he registered something weird with Joseph saying “Good boy” as he took the glass from him but felt a bit too woozy to say anything about it. Good boy? But he was 21. And a college man.

Joseph felt his cock hardening as he took the good boy’s hand and led him to the bedroom, the site of the previous wettings. Nathan resisted at first when he saw a giant package of DIAPERS on the bed. And baby powder. NO! NO!

“I’m not wearing fucking diapers!” he yelled with the part of his brain still working.

Joseph squeezed his hand. “Shhh, shhh. First, remember house rule number one. No taking of the lord’s name in vain. That might go over in college or at the bars or in America, but not in this house. But second, most importantly, they aren’t diapers, sweetie.”

Sweetie?

“They aren’t diapers, honest. They’re adult pull-ups for people with occasional accidents. That’s it. No diapers. Just to protect you and the bed tonight, k? This is for your own good, remember? Don’t you want Natalia to think you’re mature? And mature people take care of their problems. Mature people who wet wear protection. Immature babies just wet with no consequences. So if we tell her you wear nighttime protection I think she’ll see at as a sign of manly maturity.”

Telling Natalia he wets? And wears pullups? He could imagine her laughter. Again Nathan tried fighting a bit but the strong German brought him over to the bed and sat on it, the college boy standing in front of him.

He pulled down the boy’s pants and then his boxers and slapped his hand away when he tried stopping him. “Don’t interfere or I will spank, so help me.”

Joseph gasped at the cock. So tiny. Maybe an inch all drunken and shriveled. A baby dick for his future baby boy. Perfect. Soon enough he’d have the pubes shaved. He pulled out one of the giant pullups from the package and ignored Nathan’s plea of “No, please, I’ll be a good, I’ll be a good…boy and won’t wet.”

“Leg up,” was Joseph’s only reply as he brought the pullup up the boy’s legs, up his thighs, over the baby clit and then finally high up on his waist, letting it go with a theatrical snap. The boy moaned, almost involuntarily – or maybe it was the drugs – when he’d been fitted into the pullup. A diaper so easily emasculates a young man. Joseph felt the boy’s cock, such as it was, through the material and told him “This will keep you nice and dry. Believe me. Now, you smell like beer and cigarettes so let’s get you into a better shirt.” With that he took the boy’s shirt off and brought out one he’d bought online, a nice one for an adult baby boy, filled with stars. Night night.

The beaten boy accepted the shirt and started climbing into bed but Joseph easily manhandled him and brought him over his lap. The college boy’s ass was on full display. The boy kicked at first but a quick swat to his padded ass brought him to heel.

“Now, Nathan. I said I’d spank if you interfered again. You didn’t but I realized that was your second infraction. After the horrible swearing. So just for tonight, I promise, a quick little spanking to help you start to behave better, okay? I don’t like angry rude drunks so this will help you think twice, okay?”

The boy was crying now, especially as he felt Joseph’s hard cock under his pants. Before he could contemplate that the German brought his hand down on the boy’s ass. Again and again and again and again. Twenty on each cheek, till the boy was howling. The cries brought Joseph’s dog Rufus in to watch and it somehow added to Nathan’s humiliation to have a dog watch him get disciplined. The dog licked Nathan’s face as he was over Joseph’s lap. Both of them were under the control of their owner.

Now Joseph finally put Nathan to bed. He left for a minute and came back with a baba of milk, “to help you sleep and also to help with the hangover. Lots of liquids needed, milk, water.” He fed the boy the bottle and smiled down at his confused, vaguely terrified face as he stroked the boy’s hair.

Finally the boy slept. Rufus laid nearby. Joseph started taking his pics. They’d be for his friends but great blackmail of course as well. Also Nathan wouldn’t be in the pullups for long. He was going to wet so much tonight he’d surely leak through the pullups, no matter how absorbent. that would lead to a spanking – “I’m at my wit’s end, I don’t know what else to do,” Joseph would say. “This hurts me more than it hurts you,” he’d lie.

He’d let him leak through the pullups one more night, then he’d introduce real adult diapers to him. Thick. Crinkly. The type that would make the boy waddle. They’d be pink too because Joseph wanted a sissy girl. He’d tell him it was all the store had. He’d threaten the blackmail. Then he’d make sure his charge had daytime accidents. Peeing and pooping. WHich would lead to daytime diapers. Thick, daytime diapers, impossible to hide from classmates, professors or Natalia. He’d babify him some more. Refuse to allow him to eat adult food with adult silverware. “Babies can’t be trusted,” he’d tell his bibbed boy as he spoonfed him slop and babyfood and rubbed it in his hair. He’d start to bathe him. “We want Natalia to not have to smell the dirty diapers you’re in 6 hours a day, right?” and somehow the logic would make sense to the increasingly muddled mind of the college boy. He’d parade the boy around the Berlin malls in his thick diapers. Change him in the public restrooms. He’d lock a cage on that little clit, tell him “it’ll help you perform with Natalia if you ever get her in bed. This way your sperm won’t be wasted.” And inevitably, he’d have the boy on his knees. Diapered. Bonneted. Bibbed. Plugged. Or maybe in dirty diapers, he hadn’t decided yet. Regardless, he’d be kneeling, taking Joseph’s hard cock into his virgin mouth, all while a secret camera recorded the perverted setpiece.

Marcus wanted to have a different life, he wanted to become a young man humiliated daily. He made the vague wish and suddenly felt himself changing.

First he looses years and becomes younger.

Now 18 with a huge as, he knows he's morphed into some sort of sexy young nerd, his geek info overflowing in his mind. A good looking nerd? was that humiliating enough? But then another wave came over him.

His new body now sitting in an adult high chair, he was wearing a diaper and bib, Food being feed to him by his... is that his best friend. Food was all over his face as his wish for humiliation became more real as now he looked and felt like an 18 year old baby. He notices cameras everywhere.

Still at home with parents who think it just laziness not medical

He has to grab a freshly washed one off the towel rail and take it to his bedroom where his parents get him ready for bed

The full version of Part Two of the Bedtime Story is down below! Part Three is up on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/storiesforbabyboys

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Vince stood in front of the now opened closet. So many diapers to choose from. Not to mention all the of the supplies in there to make diapers so enjoyable. Vince kept thinking of all the possibilities… Matthew in a thick printed diaper he could probably wear into the next day or a cloth backed diaper that was soft so Matthew could sleep as comfortably as possible.

While Matthew was pretty out of it, Vince was still apprehensive around diapering Matthew for the night. Matthew could freak out and cause a scene in his apartment. Vince didn’t want to think about how he would begin to explain himself to the authorities called out for a noise complaint. He would have to cox Matthew into the idea of diapers. Maybe make it seem like it was his own idea. Vince settled on a nighttime pull-up. They would just be protective underwear, lots of boys wore these to bed. And no one calls them babies.

Turning the pull-up over in his hand, Vince admired how soft the back and front were. Vince thought about how nice it was to touch it and yet possessing it was such a taboo act. Walking over to Matthew, Vince’s heart rate jumped up. This was it. He was going to put this cute boy in a diaper! Well, not quite a diaper…. A pull-up. But it still excited Vince.

“Hey Matthew, how are we feeling?” Vince asked in his sweetest voice. Slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes, Matthew was trying to face Vince. “I’m ok I guess. I’m still spinning dude.”

Vince laughed at Matthew’s comment. He held the pull-up behind his back like he was going to surprise the kid with a gift.

“So let’s talk buddy. You had a big accident before we decided you needed to call it a night. I want you to feel welcome here and know I want to make sure you’re comfortable too. But I am concerned that in your state an accident might happen again. It’s not unrealistic which is why I have this small concern.”

Matthew was listening attentively despite his drunkness.

“To help me feel better about my small concern, I want you to put this on.” Vince handed Matthew the pull-up which Matthew instinctively grabbed for.

“Uh, what is it? It’s kind of a weird, fuzzy pair of underwear?” Matthew was puzzled, it was clear he stopped interacting with diapers a very long time ago.

“This helps boys at night when they wet the bed. It’s just for protection.” Vince stated in a matter of fact tone.

“Umm, ok. So you need me to wear this so I can stay at your place?” Matthew seemed somewhat confused and maybe weirded out. But he wasn’t freaking out about the prospect of it.

“I think that would be for the best. It’s just you and I so don’t worry about judgment. This is just a precautionary measure to protect my couch. It’s a custom couch after all.”

Matthew turned it over in his hand like Vince did at the closet. He was inspecting it.

“So I just slip it on like underwear?” Matthew asked innocently.

“Yep, that’s it. But you’re pretty drunk so let me help you up.” Vince walked over and pulled Matthew up so he was standing.

It was clear that Matthew needed to anchor himself using Vince. “Oh man, tonight sure did a number on you. Especially your balance. I think I’ll need to help you slip it on.”

Thankfully Matthew just nodded his head in agreement. It really wasn’t a big deal. Maybe the kid was too drunk to care if a man he met that night wanted to put him in a bedwetter’s pull-up.

Vince unzipped the fly, unbuttoned the jeans, and pulled them down to Matthew’s ankles. Matthew stood there and let it happen. Vince took a moment to check out Matthew’s underwear situation. He was a briefs guy and it hugged his attributes well. His poor briefs were soaked and smelled the part. “I bet your wet pants and underwear have been really uncomfortable for you”, Vince said as he pulled down Matthew’s briefs.

Matthew nodded his head in agreement. He was acting like a meek little boy. It was the cutest thing ever.

“Let me wipe you. Don’t need this icky pee still sticking to your body.” Vince began to clean Matthew with some baby wipes. He was gentle yet firm around his body. His boy parts were reacting to the cold air and cold wipes. Vince took his time getting each crevice of Matthew cleaned from his pee accident.

“It’s really cold Vince.”

Vince smiled warmly at Matthew, “I know buddy but I want to make sure you’re clean. You’ll sleep through the night much better.”

“Ok all done with the wipes. Now here I’ll hold your pull-ups open, you need to step into them.” Vince commanded Matthew like a diligent parent. Matthew complied and stepped in the soft pull-ups that were pulled up to rest snuggly on his hips, butt, and package.

“There we go, all nice and dry. I have to say, you look cute in these.” Vince nearly regretted saying this. He didn’t want to make Matthew feel completely infantilized.

To his relief, Matthew smiled shyly at his comment. “They feel pretty comfy. I’m so tired though. Can I lay down now?”

Vince was surprised how sweet Matthew was acting now. He even asked permission to lay down. Maybe he starts out rude but finishes the night acting like a sweet little boy.

“I’m going to squirt a little baby powder into your pull-up and then you should be all set.” Vince squeezed the bottle of baby powder three times so it would shower into Matthew’s pull-up. “All set”, Vince patted the front of Matthew’s crotch. The powder puffed out from the pull-up like volcano ash.

The kid laid down immediately on the couch. The pull-up fit him perfectly. Vince was still standing there. Looking down at the diapered boy on his couch.