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I like my men all incompetent 🍼🤤

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Babyspaß auf dem Wickeltisch❣️🥰💞🤩

Baby fun on the changing table❣️🥰💞🤩

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Leaky... :) (Another vid of @mybeabee :) )

(Thanks to @seed55z for telling who she is. Love you mate)

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i really don't want to change yet, the squish on these diapers is ssoo good ❤️ there's still a little bit of room, isn't there?

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I'M JUST A SILLY BLONDIE WHO HATES POTTIES 🙄

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Smells like this bedwetter did more than just pee 😷 who else reallly needs a diaper change?

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Boys be like “I’m a man” then ask you to change their diaper before bed 🤦🏻‍♀️

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Try Again Another Day

Aw, sweetie. I'm sorry, but your trainers seem a bit damp here. Yeah, and I can smell your peepee in them, too. I know, I know, you've been working so hard, but you're just not there yet.

So, listen. I have a few chores around the house today. So, we won't have time for potty practice, and I can't be checking you for accidents every 20 minutes.

So, let's get you back in your diapers for now. Yeah, I know, sweetie. But you can just ignore the feeling and let go; that's what your diapers are for. Maybe we'll try again another day.

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“Dirty diapers are a small price to pay for a husband that is sweet and obedient!”

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You definitely need to be in diapers wetter 😂 🥰INBOX me to keep you in diapers 24/7with regularly diaper checks

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“Arms in. Ankles out. That’s right, sweetpea. Just like you built it.”

You hated that she was right. You had built this monstrosity. Every plank. Every bolt. Every humiliating little measurement she’d barked out while you stood there, diapered and pink-cheeked, holding a cordless drill like a fool.

It had started when she asked for a pergola. You’d put it off. For months. Then the leaky sink. The shelves. The dog door. All conveniently forgotten.

So she gave you a different kind of project.

Now your legs are locked wide at the ankles, strapped into two thick wooden slots that make your sodden padding painfully obvious. You squirm, but there’s nowhere to go. Arms and legs bound, feet flat, cheeks burning. The seat creaks beneath you—still unpainted, still raw.

Just like you.

She hums behind you. Then the tray slides in with a sharp clack.

“There we go. My little handyman’s all strapped in. Can’t whine about your chores now, can you?”

She pinches your cheek, gripping it and forcing you to shake your head back and forth. “Noo!! You sure can’t!” She coos mockingly, giving you a little smack for good measure. You harumph behind your pacifier, careful not to let it fall out of your mouth, lest you earn another trip over her knee.

She sets a bowl of something gray and lumpy on the tray, then pops the pacifier out of your mouth with a soft click. Your stomach turns as you watch her pick up a spoon—not too big, so it doesn't go by too quickly, but not too small either. Just enough to make sure you get the full taste. She loads it up deliberately, the mush threatening to spill over the edges.

“Open wide, baby boy.”

You hesitate. She doesn’t.

Her fingers grip the sides of your jaw and she purrs, “Oooopen. Or should I get the feeding gag again?”

Reluctantly, your mouth parts. She shovels a sloppy spoonful in.

“There’s my big, helpful little man. Bet that mouth didn’t mind building this highchair once the cage went on, huh?”

You groan, barely able to swallow the mush without gagging.

She tsks.

“Aww. Does it taste yucky, pumpkin? Maybe you should’ve fixed the sink when I asked. Or changed the air filters. Or gotten off your lazy ass and shown me you could act like a grown-up.”

Another spoonful. It dribbles down your chin.

“So messy! Tsk tsk. Between your face, your ‘man cave’, and that soggy thing between your legs, you just can’t keep anything clean, can you?”

You glance down. The wood grain of the tray is unfinished—rough, sanded but unsealed. Your arms ache. Your thighs tremble. Your diaper crinkles shamefully with each breath.

“Oh, and since you’re such a natural at woodworking now,” she coos, wiping your chin with the back of the spoon, “Mommy’s decided what your next few projects will be.”

You blink.

She leans in, sweet as poison. “A changing table, for starters. Sturdy enough to strap down a squirmy little handyman who gets a little too handsy while his cage gets cleaned—and who’s clearly going to be needing lots of diaper changes, the way he fills them like it’s his job.”

You whimper.

“And a crib. Full-sized. Lockable. With bars you will install, since you’re so clever with those tools.”

You try to shift. Your diaper squishes. Her smile widens.

“I’ll be checking your cuts, of course. I don’t want my crinkly little carpenter getting a splinter while he’s curled up in his pretty nightie.”

Another spoon. Another whimper.

“Oh, and the pergola?” She sighs dreamily. “Still happening. But now you’ll do it with your pampers on full display, a pacifier in your mouth, and the only time you get to stop is for bottle breaks. No more ‘forgetting,’ right baby?”

You nod slowly, defeated.

“Good. Now open up. Here comes the choo-choo for my crinkly little carpenter. Chugga chugga—”

Your eyes close as the spoon slides between your lips.

She’s still humming. You can smell the fresh sawdust on your fingers.

You built this—not just the highchair, but the whole humiliating little world you’re now trapped in.

And she’s just getting started.

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Messy girl 💕

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freshly changed and ready for the day 🩷

i'm absolutely in love with these bloomers from @onesiesdownunder!! they're such a cute shade of pink and that diaper peek over the waistband is everything ✨ expect to see me skipping around the house in these for the foreseeable future!!

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Imagine lying in your crib, all wet in your thick diapers, looking up to mommies panties.

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Yes baby, diaper checks are mandatory It doesn't matter if you're an adult, in this nursery you're my baby 🧷❤️