Windel's Nursery for Good Boys

It's only 9am, but the adults already have you out in the backyard, prep'd and ready for a full day of "working the grill" for the annual 4th of July block party - aka sheepishly offering the whole neighborhood plastic hotdogs and hamburgers they'll mockingly mime eating for 3 seconds before handing them back and walking off in hysterics.

After liberally applying Coppertone WaterBabies sunscreen to every inch of your exposed skin, Papa checks his phone and happily lets you know it's forecasted to be over 90 degrees today - officially "too hot for shorts" according to the 'Daddy Weather Association.'

"C'mon sport, you know the rules, hand 'em over..."

Oh well, at least the grownups were too busy to come up with something more humiliating this year.

All the same, you're pretty positive there'll be a repeat performance of last 4th's "I'm a Yankee Diaper Dandy" song & dance routine required after naptime - not to mention the sequined stars-and-stripes jumpsuit, top hat and bow-tie that goes with it.

“Morning bro, how did those new diapers we bought you turn out?” Jacob’s roommate Mark asked.

“Fine” Jacob mumbled. “Could I please get some pants?”

Mark smiled.  ”You know the rule little guy, diapers until you get rent paid, and diaper boys don’t need pants inside, do they?”

The woman finally chimed in. “I can’t believe you really did that to him. I thought you were joking!” She sounded much more excited than sympathetic.

“Well little Jakey here hasn’t paid rent in two months, and like I told you as punishment we took all his pants and underwear and put him back in diapers.  As soon as he’s caught up we’ll give him his clothes back.”

Jacob finally jumped in. “But I lost my job!  I gave you all the savings I had and I told you I’d find a new place!  Besides, how will I ever break even if you keep buying these expensive diapers you make me pay you back for!”

You were jealous, so you hatched the best plan your little toddlerized brain could cook up.

You grunted, and strained and pushed.

"Daddy!!! I poooooped !!" you whined.

That'll get attention....

Your plan quickly backfired, when Daddy declared "It seems they're fussy, I'll put them down for a nap and we can watch 'real' movie in bed 😉"

"Wait, no ..." you whined in a panic

You weren't going to be changed this time...Daddy just tugged up a pair of plastic pants around your diaper, strapped your pacifier in and dumped you in the crib.

As he pulled the blinds and dimmed the lights, He gave you 'the look' which said on no uncertain terms that he expected you to remain quiet and not disturb him.

"It's a simple concept, really. Eventually you'll just naturally adjust to being seen like this - after that, you won't be nearly so uptight anymore about little things like wearing padding under your pants or carrying around a regular diaper bag when we go out.

I'm sorry honey, but did you really think I would keep having sex with you?

You got what you wanted! You get to prance around the house in your little pampers! But sweetie, changing your poopy diapers doesn't exactly give me the hots for you. In fact, I can't really look at you the same anymore.

Awww!! But don't worry, sweetheart! You'll still get to cum! It will just be once a month and you'll have to hump your huggies in front of all my friends!

Yes, you heard right: once a month!

What? It's not my fault you wanted me to put you in chastity as well! You really dug your own grave here, sweetie.

So, no baybee. You and I won't be having sex anymore. But Mommy still has needs! Do you remember Mr. Michael? He's the contractor you hired to build all your little baybee furniture! Let's just say he's drilling more than just the screws to your high chair! He's been taking care of Mommy real well!

Maybe you could call him Daddy? I'm sure he would like that. He'd also probably like it if you sucked his dick. Remember? That was another little fantasy of yours too! You wanted to be a little cocksucker!