PNWLittleBoy

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.

You wiggle on the bench while you sit at the kitchen table, pencil clutched in your hand, trying your best to focus on the math workbook sitting in front of you.

Your partner's challenge for you had seemed easy enough: Prove your maturity by drinking the full contents of your favorite sippy cup (your small Stanley tumbler) twice over and finishing 25 pages from the 4th Grade math workbook they got you before using the bathroom.

You're an adult.

You've been potty trained for decades.

You've held your bladder for numerous road trips.

You're a college graduate with a career that involves playing with spreadsheets all day.

Nothing about this should be hard.

But, just 10 pages in, your bladder is screaming out for release.

You can't seem to focus on the numbers in front of you, having to erase and redo equations over and over again.

Your partner smirks at you from where they lounge on a nearby couch.

"Are you ready to give in and admit that you're just my sweet little baby? Or are you still determined to make a puddle on our nice, hardwood floors?"

You blush and try your best to refocus and ignore their comment. You're not going to give in that easily.

They had promised that if you won this little challenge, you'd get to do whatever you wanted with them tonight. You couldn't wait to see them bent over the bed, haughtiness gone, as you gave them the paddling they deserve.

A sudden twinge of your bladder and a sudden light dampness between your legs serves as a sudden reminder of the consequences of losing this little bet. That is even more motivating.

You do your best to clamp down on your bladder and refocus.

Five pages later, you are coming to terms with the fact your battle is lost.

One hand is pressed firmly between your legs, as the numbers on the page look like nonsense now. All you can focus on is keeping yourself from soaking your already damp underwear.

You feel a hand on your back as your partner leans over you, pointing at an answer from the start of the page.

"Uh oh, sweetie, I think you need to check your answer here."

You turn to look at your partner's soft, but condescending face to protest, but even that little amount of movement is enough to put you over the edge.

A loud hiss is followed by the patter of pooling urine dripping off of the bench and onto the floor beneath you.

"Oh no," your partner sighs, satisfaction rolling off of every word, "Did someone have an accident? Maybe you aren't such a *big kid* after all."

You sit perfectly still horrified by the situation you've found yourself in.

Your partner's hand rubs your back soothingly as tears start to form in your eyes.

You haven't wet yourself since you were an actual child. How could you have lost so thoroughly?

"Oh, baby," your partner coos, gently urging you to stand, "Don't cry. I've known this whole time what a sweet little thing you actually are. It's not your fault the world had you so thoroughly convinced you were actually an adult."

Your partner is radiating comfort and control now. In this defeated state, it feels impossible to resist them.

"Alright mister, let me see. I need to make sure that you're diapered before we go to dinner. We can't have you embarrassing me in front of my family again!"

Footed + cribbed

Mid shift sog check.

Are you ready to try it too ? 🤫🚒💧

​Looks like someone couldn't wait for a potty break! Caught this silly pup with a soggy diaper right in the middle of the river.​#abdl

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