I think about Daddy forcing me to use my diaper to the full extent. I try my best to hold it, thinking he will cave when I ask to use the potty. To my surprise he says “No”. I wet myself but hold my mess for another hour. “Can I pretty please use the potty? I really need to go…” a shy look on my face. “Hmmm I’ll think about it.” He replies and hands me a sippy cup of juice.
Another 30 minutes goes by and I’m fighting my body to hold the mess that’s trying to escape. I can hold it. I’m a big boy 🥺 Daddy will let me use the potty. I’m dancing a little as I drink my second juice
I whimper and whine about my discomfort for another 45 as I sip my juice and do my big boy work., doing my best to hold it. I’m not sure how much longer I have in me. I can feel that it’s close to escaping me.
“Daddy pleaseeeeeee! Can I use the potty?!” I plea.
He takes his time to think, does a diaper check “Hmmmmm okay. Go lay down”
Finally! I knew he would cave.
Daddy is being soooooo slow walking to get me out of my diaper! Just hold it for a few more minutes. I can make it.
I go lay down on the bed. Daddy unbuttons my onesie, when I lift like I normally do, I am met with a diaper lock instead of the sound of adhesive being removed. “Babies use their diapers”
“No!!! I’m a big boy, I want to use the potty! Daddy ple-“
I can’t hold it in, the force breaks through into my diaper. And finally a feeling of relief.
“See, you’re just a baby! I know that because babies mess their diapers.”
