Josh Williams

Sometimes the baby @mamas-babyboi thinks he can still make lots of decisions all by himself. He simply doesn't know his place yet... Mommy makes your diaper decisions for you!

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

see more here!

Gonna go torture my lil’ man since he did such a good job filling his diapy 🤭 Look’it the bulk! My goodness!

Bottle feed your “mans” 🙂‍↔️

Double wet 🌊

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First gif attempt!

aren’t these little shortalls perfect, little one? mommy can just unsnap them to change your thick diapers! definitely won’t see big boys with snaps on the crotch of their pants!

next we open up your cute little dino onesie. my sweet little dino expert. mommy knows how much you love dinosaurs!

Couples diapered together stay together 🥰

Windelcheck unterwegs😅

The car slowed abruptly.

“Wait—no,” he said, panic already in his voice. “You’re not really pulling over here, are you?”

She flicked on the hazard lights, steering the car smoothly onto a gravel shoulder. The road behind them stretched empty and quiet, trees on both sides, but they weren’t alone alone. Not if someone drove past. Not if someone slowed down.

“You’re soaked,” she said flatly, throwing the car in park. “You’ve been squirming in it for thirty minutes.”

“I—I can wait till we get home,” he stammered, voice cracking. “Please. It’s just a little—”

She unbuckled her seatbelt with a sharp click and turned to him with one eyebrow raised. “A little? Baby, your diaper is sloshing. I can hear it when you shift.”

He went crimson. She didn’t wait.

“Back seat. Now.”

He didn’t move.

“Do you want me to carry you?” she asked, calm as ever, opening her door. “Because I will.”

He scrambled to obey, climbing awkwardly between the seats, his soggy diaper squishing beneath him. She met him on the other side, opening the rear passenger door and sliding in behind him with a practiced hand already reaching for the diaper bag.

“You can’t do this here,” he whispered desperately, glancing around at the treeline. “Someone could drive by. What if they see?”

“Then maybe they’ll learn how to properly care for a whiny little brat who doesn’t know when to speak and when to hold it,” she said, pulling out a blanket and laying it across the seat.

He covered his face with his hands as she patted the back floorboard.

“Lay back. Now.”

The car creaked as he obeyed, blushing furiously, legs drawn up as she helped guide him into place. She tugged down his pants with no ceremony, exposing the swollen, sagging diaper beneath.

She clicked her tongue. “Absolutely disgusting. This thing’s ready to burst.”

He whimpered. “Can’t you at least close the door?”

“No,” she said, tearing open one tape. Rrrrip. “It’s hot. You’ll live.”

“Someone could—”

“—see you getting changed? Then maybe they’ll understand why you’re in diapers to begin with.”

She peeled back the front of the diaper, revealing everything. He gasped in shame.

She just smiled.

“Aw. Look at the little thing. All shriveled and soggy.”

He turned his face into the seat cushion and groaned.

The wipes came next—cool, clinical, relentless. She wiped him down with slow efficiency, lifting his legs high and proud as cars hummed in the distance.

“I love this part,” she murmured, one hand holding both his legs up as the other slid another wipe beneath him. “Right here. You’re so exposed like this. So quiet.”

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered.

“You’re not sorry yet. But you will be.”

She balled up the used diaper, bagged it, and pulled out a fresh one—thicker, crinklier.

“No boosters this time,” she said as she slid it under him. “You didn’t earn them.”

“But I didn’t leak,” he said, still pleading.

“You whined.” She sprinkled powder across him with a flourish. “And you lied about being wet.”

She pulled the diaper up and over his hips, snug and final. The tapes went on tight.

Tape. Tape.

“There,” she said, pressing her palm into the front with a slow, dominating pressure. “All clean. Until you make another mess.”

She leaned forward and kissed his forehead.

“Next time you argue about being changed in public?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’ll do it in a grocery store parking lot.”

She shut the diaper bag, left his pants at his ankles, and patted his padded crotch with one soft thump.

"Oh, let’s not worry about finding a bathroom today, okay? Just relax, and we’ll take care of you later.”

“It’s a long car ride, so I think it’s best we make sure you’re extra protected today.”

“Nobody’s gonna notice. I mean... Daddy can hear you crinkle when you walk, but I’m *sure* nobody else can tell." "It's not obvious. They'll just think your butt looks cute. They're not gonna guess that you're still in diapers at your age."

“Let’s get ready to go. Can you bring your daytime bag in the car for Daddy?”

“Yes, honey, we do need to pack your changing pad this time. There probably isn’t gonna be a family restroom with a changing table big enough for you...”

"Make sure to tell me if you feel wet down there, sweetheart. Otherwise, I’m gonna have to pull you aside in front of your friends, and you’re not gonna like that.”

“She’s been having a lot of issues lately… yes, all the time now. We’re just trying to make sure she’s comfortable.”

“Honey, come here… you’re looking a little squirmy. Is there something you need to tell me?"

“Do you have a quiet room somewhere where I could take care of her? We’ll just be a minute.”

“Oh - do you think I could borrow some wet wipes? We just ran out.”

"Sweetheart, could you come with me to your friend Katie's bedroom for a minute? I just need your help with something real quick."

"She'll be right back."

“Oh baby... you’re soaked! Why didn’t you tell me? Did you know you had an accident?”

“Do you want to be a big girl for Daddy? You do? Good girl. You need to stop fussing and hold still so we can get you changed.”

“Yes, I know you don’t want to smell like baby powder in front of your friends. But we don’t want you to get a rash...”

"It’s so much easier now that you don’t have to worry about the bathroom, isn’t it?"

"I had to explain to the hotel staff why we needed the mattress protector. They were super understanding, though…”

“It’s okay... No one expects you to stay dry at night, sweetie. You haven’t had a dry morning in months.”

“Let’s put a towel down under you for the movie… just in case."

“Can I borrow her for a minute?”

“Let’s get your shirt tucked in back there. You were sticking out of your pants a little bit.”

"Maybe we should try a onesie for you when we get back home, huh? We could button you up, so you don't keep accidentally... showing off. Would you like that?"

"Hold still please. I need to check your diaper. It’s gonna be a lot quicker if you stop squirming.”

“Now. Come here. We need to get you ready for nighttime. I don't want any arguments.”

"Aww, you want to try to use the potty tomorrow? How about we try that another day? We’re not ready for potty training with you right now."