Midwest Wanderer

All I want for Christmas is to stay in diaperssss

Let’s show the whole city how much of a baby you are, Buddy.

And there’s no escape from these pajamas until this diaper is filled to the brim.

When I have to leave for work earlier than usual, a picture is mandatory to make sure my little guy is being a good boy and having a proper breakfast, the proper way 🍼

Here is this morning’s picture for your enjoyment 😉

Look at how proud he is.

Was allowed some naughty fun by Daddy today !

The selfie in the mirror was a study in forced nonchalance. He stood there, the bulky, urine-soaked diaper a stark contrast to the sheepish grin he plastered on his face. He clutched a plush Stitch toy, a pathetic attempt to project an air of innocence in his current predicament. "Just a man who woke up with 2 big wet spots on his sheets 🥺👉👈," he captioned the photo, the emoji a desperate plea for understanding, but he knew it was futile.

His eyes darted nervously towards her as she sat back on the bed, her face betraying a mixture of amusement and mild disgust. "You really did it again, didn't you?" she asked, her voice a playful drawl. He avoided her gaze, shifting awkwardly as the plastic of the diaper crinkled with his movements, the telltale sound only amplifying his shame. He tried to deny it, but he knew that there was no point.

“You know what I should do?” she asked, her voice now sharper. “I'm going to send this photo to my mom, she has to see the proof!”. He knew this was his punishment, a public shaming that extended far beyond his current predicament, he could already feel the heat in his face, knowing what he’d become, and that everyone would see him like that. “No, please don’t!” he said, a desperate plea for mercy. She laughed, reaching for her phone. “Oh, but I will! You’re gonna be a star with my family!”

Little pov can you help me 🥰🫣