With a pre-filled wet diaper, I now have to hold out in tight-fitting black Segufix pants until the laxative finally kicks in. Sitting in this diaper is quite squishy and comfortable, but one secret thing makes the whole setup very uncomfortable: I applied a tunnel plug beforehand, which will prevent me from preventing the mess that is coming. Can’t be long until happens what has to happen finally.
Mit einer vorgefüllten nassen Windel muss ich nun in einer eng anliegenden schwarzen Segufix-Hose ausharren, bis das Abführmittel endlich anschlägt. Das Sitzen in dieser Windel ist ziemlich matschig aber sehr bequem, allerdings macht eine andere geheime Sache die Situation für mich dann doch sehr unangenehm: Ich habe vorher einen Tunnel-Plug angebracht, der mich daran hindert, die bevorstehende Sauerei zu verhindern. Es kann nicht mehr lange dauern, bis endlich passiert, was letztendlich unweigerlich passieren muss.
Because of the great response from the first day- I’m going to continue this series for all your diapered cuck losers out there! Happy Holidays, you pathetic babies. ❤️
I’m thinking about making this a whole series and doing the entire 12 days of Cuckmas. Let me know if that is something you’d be interested in! Of course, in doing so, you’re admitting what an absolute diapered Cuck loser you are…
We made it to New York!!!! Big adventures to come, but first a late night diaper change for Hippo
For those who asked about wearing a diaper through security on our trip to Chicago, I added a few photos of Hippo prancing through. Step one, wear diaper. Step two, go through security. Easy!
Love notes for my sweet, pathetic, little husband. I would never want him to forget why he’s taped up, nice and tight. Do you have tiny little peepee that needs a big diaper, too?! The answer is always yes Mommy
I heard Baby’s little steps as he paced, and I looked up over my glass of wine.
“Does someone need to go potty?” I sang, the smile sneaking into my voice.
His face was pink with embarrassment.
“Yes Mommy,” he replied with his small voice catching in his throat.
“Okay, go potty!”
His face lit up, “I can go potty?”
“Of course you can. Do you need to hold mommys hand while you push?”
Baby’s little mouth popped open, making a little"O" with his lips. “umm, I can do it by myself mommy.”
He twisted his little hands under his chin while swaying faster back and forth. I could tell the urge to go was getting stronger.
“Okay, go potty. Mommy will watch”
As he took a step in the direction of the bathroom, I laughed. “Where are you going little one?”
“Potty” he replied, “you said I could use the potty!”
“No, Mommy said you could GO potty. You have a perfectly good diaper on. Now use it.”
The pink in his face deepened. It was now crimson.
Turning my head to the side and mocking him in a baby voice, Mommy teased, “aww, did the pathetic little diaper baby think I would let him sit on the potty like a big boy?!”
Baby looked at his toes and whispered, “I.. I.. I think I can hold it.”
“You think you’re a big boy? That’s sweet. I’ll make you a deal. If you can not mess your diaper all night then I’ll let you wear undies.”
“Really?” Baby interrupted excitedly.
“Really, really! BUT, if you do mess your diaper you will sit in it all day and all night. Think about it, do you really want to chance being a stinky, poopy, prince for 24 hours?” Mommy sweet voice warned.
Baby paused, looking up at the ceiling, trying to weigh the risk vs reward. After a few minutes he replied, “Yes Mommy. I think I am a big boy”.
“A deals, a deal” I agreed. Standing to grab his bottle. “You do know mommy always gets what she wants, right?” I slowly opened the cabinet over the sink. The special cabinet where I keep the medicine. Looking directly into baby’s eyes, I empty the contents of the laxative packet into Baby’s bottle.
“Come one little love. It’s time for your bottle”
Baby starts to cry as he wattles to grab my hand. “Please Mommy” he pleaded, knowing he had made a mistake.
