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under the sea (of pee😁)

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Finally nice enough to run outside again... with some protection of course 😘

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I'm too little for pull-ups today, I accidentally leaked in this one after less than half an hour wearing it 🙈

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I love wearing the real pampers so much🥰

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Posing in my pull-ups🤭

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pull-ups are diapers! happy easter friends 🌷

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Wetset - Misst pt. V

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the Easter bunny definitely came this year 😏

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Morning after…

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The night before☺️

The next morning 🤭 wooopsies💩

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You want to do what?! Awww, sweetie, no. Of course no. It will always be no. How many times do I have to tell you? You’ll never do that ever again with me. Or anyone, to be honest.

Because you’re not an adult anymore! We’ve been over this a thousand times! Ever since you chose to wet your pants 20 times a day I haven’t seen you as a real man!

What’s the difference? Incontinence or choice, it all ends up in the same place—your diaper! Who cares why it happens. All that matters is you end up with a wet diaper. Did you really expect me to be with you in diapers?

Did you actually think I’d get one look at your soaked diaper and be like, “wow, honey that’s soaked, just like my panties!” And then let your pee-stained peep inside of me? Like really?

You cried and cried when I told you needed diapers for your “incontinence” or whatever you want to call it.

Do you know what you looked like as you laid there, absolutely sobbing, telling me you “didn’t need diapers,” as I taped up your diaper for the first time?

No, no, no. Look me in the eyes and answer the question, honey. What would you say you looked like? Say it. Say what you were—what you are.

That’s right! A toddler. I would have gone with petulant toddler but whatever. The point is you did not look, sound, or control yourself like an adult. But you expected me to treat you like one?

And you’re surprised I stripped away every single aspect of your adulthood, piece by piece? I mean, you barely even fought me! What adult let’s every privilege they’ve earned slip away while they helplessly pee their diaper?

What adult let’s his girlfriend take his dignity away? You haven’t been in charge of who changes your diaper for two years! Two years! And not once did you try to stop it! You just stare up at the ceiling as me, my friends, or whatever babysitter I can find changes your diaper.

And what kind of man gives up access to his own genitals so easily? You haven’t even touched yourself—let alone pleasured yourself—in years! But you have the audacity to ask for sex? What a joke!

You’re lucky I don’t make you call me Mommy as I dress you in onesies, stuff a pacifier in your mouth to shut you up, and use baby bottles to quench your thirst. Because we both know you would accept it like everything else in your life—without a fight.

I need you to face it, sweetie. You are not a man anymore. You’re not an adult anymore. You’re just a diaper-wetting wimp reliant on me to survive.

So go back to your room and do whatever you do to pass the time. Just don’t bother me anymore with this crap. I’ll come and check your diaper after I finish a few more chapters of my book.

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