(short work of md/lb fiction. all characters are CONSENTING ADULTS!!! i do not condone minors in kink!!! also this is shamelessly indulgent bc messy middle boys have been my kryptonite lately ugh!!!!!)
when i walked into the living room, i immediately smelled something funny. riley was laying on his tummy on the floor playing video games, wearing his pokemon pajamas with a blue pullup peeking through the pants waistband.
he’d told me he was feeling like a big boy that night, big enough to skip the diaper and onesie that i sometimes put him in for bedtime.
i’d allowed it, simply because i loved seeing him like this in a pullup and his cute lil pjs. especially with his messy hair and sleepy eyes as he played his game, a content expression on his face.
“hi baby,” i said when i walked in. “how’s your game?”
“it’s good!!! i’m about to beat this boss!”
“you’re so good at that one! does it smell a little weird in here to you?” i asked, frowning as i leaned against the doorframe.
riley shifted slightly, and suddenly i could see the lump in the back of his seat. i knew just from a glance, his pullup should not be looking that full.
“baby…” i said, kneeling down on the floor next to him.
“what, mama?” he looked up at me sleepily as i rubbed his back.
“you’re a little stinky. did you poop?”
he paused his game, then looked over his shoulder at his full pullup underneath his pajama pants.
“you didn’t even realize?”
he blushed, and reached a hand back to feel the back of his pullup. he blushed even darker when he felt his mess.
“i guess i was so focused on my game, i didn’t really notice i was going…”
“oh honey… you didn’t even know you were going poopy?”
he hid his face in his hands.
“mmph, i guess i didn’t.”
“can you let me check you, please?”
he hesitated, then shook his head.
he made an embarassed sound, something between a giggle and a whine. his cheeks were scarlet.
“you can, mom. i’m just embarassed. i can’t believe i didn’t even know i was… going.”
“that’s never happened before, huh?”
he whined. “never. i’m usually big enough to know if i need to go number two.”
“you usually are, but it’s okay. accidents happen, okay?”
“okay, mom,” riley said, his voice small.
“let’s just have a lil looksie.”
with riley still laying on his tummy, i pulled his pajama pants off so he was just in his pokemon t-shirt and pullup.
i rubbed his back gently, keeping him grounded and soothed while i checked his pullup. i didn’t even need to — there was no hiding what he’d done.
“that’s not even a little accident,” i giggled, feeling the back of riley’s pullup. “this is a full-up, huh? and you couldn’t even feel this while you were gaming?”
riley giggled, but it sounded more like a moan. “mooooom, stop. i feel it now.”
“i bet.” i laughed, patting his bum.
“are you gonna change me?” riley asked, looking up at me hopefully. no matter how much of a “middle” riley was, he always loved the intimacy of changes.
“yes, silly. you’re not going to sleep like that.” i kept rubbing his back. “can you stand up for me so we can go change you in the bathroom? i have a feeling this is gonna be a yucky change.”
he nodded, carefully standing up and shuffling to the bathroom.
“get your stuff ready for me, okay, riley?” i called down the hall to him.
when i made my way to the bathroom, riley was standing patiently with his changing mat on the bathroom floor, his wipes and barrier cream next to a clean pullup.
god, i loved him exactly like this. obedient and sweet and eager for my touch, my care. standing there waiting for direction, in his rawest and most vulnerable.
my sweet 26 year old boyfriend who was also just a little boy in a messy pullup. i loved that i got to have both sides of him.
“thank you, sweet boy. how’s that full-up feel?” i teased, squishing his bum lightly.
“oh, mom,” he whimpered, head falling to my shoulder. “it feels…really full.”
“i bet,” i giggled. “let’s get you out of that.”
riley carefully laid down on his changing mat, looking up at me with adoration.
“sweet, sweet boy. you look so beautiful like this. you ready to get all clean?”
changes were one of my favorite times to show affection, just showering riley with kisses and gentle rubs and caresses over his chest and tummy, before finally tackling his pullup.
i helped riley get all cleaned up, watching his sweet expressions the whole time. i loved how squirmy and blushy he got.
after disposing of all the trash, i paused to wash my hands. then i held up the clean pullup riley had selected.
“you think you can handle another pullup after that full-up you just made?”
riley turned as red as a lobster.
“hmm?” i coaxed an answer from him.
“no, mama. probably not.”
“that’s right, probably not. what do you think you need instead? can you tell me?”
riley whimpered while i teased him. “…a diaper.” he finally said.
“that’s right, let’s try a diaper tonight. maybe if you can keep it clean, we can give pullies a try again tomorrow. sound fair?”
we both knew he would not be getting pullies tomorrow.
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