“Diaper check time,” Daddy yelled from his place on the couch, in front of the TV. 

“Diaper check time,” Daddy yelled from his place on the couch, in front of the TV. 

Coming, daddy,” I yelled as I waddled down the hall from my playroom, too afraid of him thinking I didn’t listen to him. I came over to him by the couch and assumed the position, pulling down my pajama bottoms for him, in a hurry to get back to my playtime.

“Do I look wet, Daddy?” I asked him. I had lost much concern about the state of my diaper after having been diapered for so long. 

“Hmm, you seem good, come over here so I can get a feel,” he instructed. 

I waddled over next to him, slightly more than usual thanks to my PJ bottoms around my knees. Daddy gave my butt a slight pat, “No you seem good,” he tugged my bottoms back up around my waist and patted my bottom. 
“Few more minutes of playtime then I will be in to tuck you in for bed.”
“Ok, Daddy,” I yelled, already half-way back to my playroom. 

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