“Hold it there you too!..First a quick diaper check…all clean, perfect!..Diaper Bags packed and after you both finish those cherry soda’s we’ll be off to the mall.”
“As promised it’s Ice Cream for the both of you…You’ve both been so well behaved lately…and remember if you can make it the whole trip without any accidents, it’ll mean no more baby treatment.”
“What’s that?..Your tummy’s rumbling?..Well I’m sure it will pass…Now lets get those snaps closed and be on our way”.
“What’s the matter Birthday Boy? Do you want some Num Num’s? You can’t be wet already, we just changed you in front of everyone. Is it your wonderful gifts? Do you need your Daddy?”
“Oh, don’t mind him, he’s just fussy because he thought this was going to be the year…the year we ended his baby treatment and allowed him to start acting like a Big Boy! That had been the plan, however after his little Temper Tantrum in the Mall yesterday, we decided to continue it for another year at least…Isn’t that right Mister Pouty Pants!”
He could only sit and cry, tears collecting in the crumb tray of the bib, as gift after gift became more infantile than the last. Despair sat in as another Birthday had come and gone. The mound of diapers, outfits and “special toys” only confirmed that there would always be just one more year to go. 🥳
Blackmail and force me to wear chastity cages and diapers please! Make me do humiliating tasks and entertain you! Expose me to the internet as the potty pants I am! Don’t let me escape my diaper slave fate!
These images are Photoshop fakes from photos found on the internet. The people in these images aren’t really dressed like this, but I think they look better this way…wink, wink.