matchewsstudio:

Jonathan twirled round and round, lost in his own fairytale.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of his reflection. How he loved the sensation of

the silky leotard against his skin and the soft shape his bottom took when

encased in that puffy diaper. Why did it all have to feel so good? Again he

swirled, round and round, as the tutu bounced up and down, revealing even more

of the diaper. As he moved about the plastic leg gatherings caused his little

member to grow stiff, pressing hard against the front of his pampered prison. Jonathan

was mesmerized by his duplicitous emotions. All at once he felt every bit the

man, hard and horny, while his reflection mocked his masculine identity. Yet,

he also felt pretty and cute, every bit the sissy baby. Indeed, he was lost in

his own little world. If he hadn’t been so lost he might have thought twice

about leaving his clothes down the hall. He might have been aware of the time

and might have heard his wife pull into the driveway. He turned round again to

catch another glimpse of his diapered manhood, debating whether or not to wet

himself. Unfortunately for Jonathan his wet, sagging state was about to be witness by his wife, who even now was climbing the stairs…



sissychristi:

“Yes sweetie, it IS a onesie, just like the ones you wear. Only, mine doesn’t have cartoon prints on it. And of course I don’t have a puffy diaper underneath. Awww, don’t cry. You know you’re my darling diaper baby. Mommy gets to wear just the onesie with nothing underneath because she can keep her pants dry. I know you’ll make it to the potty on time, one day. Just not today. I know that look, crinklebutt. Come on, let’s get you changed before you get a diaper rash.”



sissychristi:

“I want you to get in the pool with me. I know your diaper will swell up, but that’s the point. Yes, I just changed you, so you’re not wet yet but, let’s be honest, you will be soon. Why not cool down with Mommy in the pool? I’ll admit, I want to see your diaper ballooning so huge that you can’t walk. So what are you waiting for? Oh. Absolutely not. That diaper is not coming off until it is hanging off your hips and between your knees. You can either do that by pissing yourself all day long, or by hopping in the pool to swim with Mommy. It’s your choice, diaper boy.”



matchewsstudio:

Jonathan twirled round and round, lost in his own fairytale.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of his reflection. How he loved the sensation of
the silky leotard against his skin and the soft shape his bottom took when
encased in that puffy diaper. Why did it all have to feel so good? Again he
swirled, round and round, as the tutu bounced up and down, revealing even more
of the diaper. As he moved about the plastic leg gatherings caused his little
member to grow stiff, pressing hard against the front of his pampered prison. Jonathan
was mesmerized by his duplicitous emotions. All at once he felt every bit the
man, hard and horny, while his reflection mocked his masculine identity. Yet,
he also felt pretty and cute, every bit the sissy baby. Indeed, he was lost in
his own little world. If he hadn’t been so lost he might have thought twice
about leaving his clothes down the hall. He might have been aware of the time
and might have heard his wife pull into the driveway. He turned round again to
catch another glimpse of his diapered manhood, debating whether or not to wet
himself. Unfortunately for Jonathan his wet, sagging state was about to be witness by his wife, who even now was climbing the stairs…