Published: December 2nd 2022, 7:41:29 am
Life is good when you can be warm in winter. I look at my frosted flocked christmas tree. I look out the window at the snow-covered balcony glowing under the light of the colored christmas lights. The thermostat is cranked high enough to make me sweat but I don't dare touch it. Daddy wouldn't like that.
I decide to go out for a walk. I just need to put on my snow suit. I can do that myself. It feels good but I can still hear the crinkle underneath. I don't think anyone will notice, though. I hope.
Then, I waddle outside. A blast of cold air hits my face and I decide to grab a scarf, but the scarf creates another problem. The moisture from my breath begins to freeze in the scarf. I hem and haw in front of the house wondering how far my walk can really take me. That's when Daddy calls.
"Hey! Little one! Where do you think you're going all by yourself?"
"For a walk!" I call back, crossing my arms and shivering.
"No you're not! Look at you! You're freezing!"
"I can go on a walk whenever I want!" I call back. "I'm a grown man!"
"That's the funniest thing I've heard all day! Come on in, little one, before you catch your death of cold!"
I huff. It is pretty cold out here. I huff again and shake my head, annoyed, but secretly a little relieved that he saved me from having to stand out there a second longer.
"It's too hot in here," I say as I walked inside.
"That's because you're wearing too much," says Daddy, crossing his arms and smirking. "You should be wearing a diaper and nothing else."
Before I can get my snowsuit off, he's already taking it off.
"I can do it myself, Daddy!" I say, coming dangerously close to yelling.
"No more fussing, kiddo. And no more going out on your own. You know better!"
He's right, I do know better, and that's what's frustrating. He's got me all twisted up inside and I feel close to tears with frustration. Why does he have to be right?
"What has gotten into you, little one?" he asks, concern evident in his voice. That's when he sees the state of my diaper. "Oh, so that's why my little one is so grumpy. You need changies, don't you?"
"I don't need changies," I say. An obvious lie.
"Next think you know, you're going to tell me you don't need diapers, but I know we got past all that ages ago. Come on then, kiddo. No, you can leave your snowsuit there. Daddy will take care of it after we get you changed and put down for your nap. Come on."
I let Daddy lead me by the wrist like a little kid all the way up to the bedroom and lay me down on my changing table. My changing table. How humiliating.
"That's it. You look much better in just your diaper, you know. Let's get the big stinky off you and get you into a fresh new one, hmm?"
Daddy smiles down at me as he holds up an extra thick and shiny 'pretty pony' diaper. Notorious for how much they swell, and how squishy they get on your bits when they're fully swollen. The pretty pony will have you bucking your hips like you're riding a bucking bronco, and if you wear it long enough, you're bound to lose it and squirt all over the inside of your pretty pony pampers. Guaranteed. I practically drool at the sight of them.
"Oh, somebody looks excited for their new diapeeeees!" says Daddy, poking the bulge in my diaper. I hate that he's right. I'm obsessed. Ever since he found out I secretly like them and made me give in to that obsession, it's taken over my life. The changing table and the crib in the room are just two symptoms of it.
"I know you love this," he cooes as I cover my face. He's untaping my diaper and I just know that my hard junk is gonna spring up and fling pee-pee or even pre onto my clean-shaven belly as soon as he opens it. Sure enough I feel a wetness on my tummy seconds later. I don't look to see which type it is. Seconds later, Daddy cleans it off with a wipe.
"Don't worry, Daddy'll clean you up reallll good, then we can get you into a cozy comfy new diaper and you can get your nap in. How does that sound?"
I grumble and don't reply. It would be easier if he didn't support me so much. At least then I could pretend I was being a rebel by doing this baby shi- I mean baby stuff. Instead, he eats it up. He loves being Daddy. This isn't even his fetish! He thinks it's cute. Coming from a normie, that's even more blushy.
"I love these on you, but the next one is definitely gonna be the one with the puppies. It's just so adorable." He's prattling on as he pulls the diaper up between my legs, tapes it up, checks the fit. Stands me up. Checks the fit again. Cups my bulge and squeezes it just so he can scold me when I yelp and protest.
"Settle down, sweetie. Daddy is just checking his little cutie. You just relax."
Doesn't he miss having real sex with his man? Does he really like keeping everything I do in the diaper? It's easy to see from the way he looks at me, from the bulge in his own boxer-briefs that he does. The most I will get is a mouth full of Daddy milk, if he is nice enough to feed it to me. Not today, though. Today he just wants to leave me huffy. He thinks that's cute too.
"Alright my adorable little crinkler. Up up into your crib. I have your favorite stuffed duckie to keep you company!"
"I don't need stuffed duckie," I say, cranky, but I still hold out my hand and make grabby motions for it. He just chuckles and ruffles my hair.
"Aww, of course you don't sweetie. But we'll just see what you say after a nap, hmm? I'll bet you already feel so much better in a nice clean dry diaper, don't you?
He's right. I nod and scrunch my face as he helps me into the crib. I love this. I love every second of this. And after my nap, I'll remember that we both enjoy it more when I admit it and show him how happy I am that he made me his 24/7 baby. But right now, I really am cranky. A full grown man cranky because he needs his nap. Some husband I turned out to be!
"I love you sweetie," says Daddy, kissing my head. He doesn't seem to mind, so I guess I shouldn't either. Then he says something that really makes me smile. "Maybe after your nap we can go play in the snow together. I nod.
"I'd like that, Daddy."
"Good boy," he says, ruffling my hair as I drop off to sleep. "I knew you would."