diapered_in_wisc

I scoop you up in my arms and carry you to your room. You must have wet your diaper a couple times as you felt heavier than usual. When I lay you dwn on the table, I can see just how full your diaper was. I undo the tabs and open it up then reach over and grab a couple wipes. I begin to clean you up, and once again, you push yourself into my hand. But for some reason, this time I didn't just ignore it. I just kept wiping and watched to see what you did...

"You ready to get your butt changed yet?" I ask you, tickling you a little bit to catch your attention...

I decide to let you sit in your wet diaper for a bit. You were too engrossed in your movie and I figured that soon enough you would become uncomfortable and ask to be changed...

I hold you tight and run my hand over your bottom. I can tell that you have a full diaper again. "Your wet baby. Wanna go change your butt?"

Without a word I sit next to you and show you how it all worked. Then I gave you kisses as I picked you up and went to the couch. After the events that had passed, I just wanted to snuggle you...

"Oh my lil bobcat... Jus hush up and gimme those paws!" I saw as I hold the first mitten open. You reluctantly slide your hand in, and continue to let me put he next one on.

I have more tractors than I realize sometimes. But yes, when I am playing with them, I love to wear my diapers. Brings me back to when I was an actual child. And as for real tractors, I work for a farm, so I'll wear loose jeans on days I'm doing field work so I can actually wear my diaper under them while I am driving.

It had been such an eventful afternoon that I dozed off on the couch after I put you down. Stress and worry had finally taken their toll on me. I don't know how long I was out, but I awoke to you fumbling around in the living room. You had found the Disney movies and were trying to figure out how to put one in the DVD player...

"Just do as your told ", I leer at you....

"We'll see my sweet lil bobcat.", is all I say as I walk out the room, closing the door behind me.

I was upset, but I needed to stay calm. She was upset and didn't need me to set her off worse. I waited for the nurses to unhook your IV before I scooped you up and held you tight. We made our way to the truck. I buckled you up and got in myself. You sucked your thumb and cuddled your bunny the whole ride home.

"You hungry bobcat?" I ask. "Since you're being so good, I'll make some oatmeal with fresh strawberries."

Yeah, my knowledge of cars is pre-injection/computer. Old school all the way.

I laughed and shook my head. "Bobcat, bobcat, bobcat... Ya hafta earn your freedoms. Ya got the handcuffs taken off, didn'tchya?" I say to you. You can officially tell I've been drinking as my words are slurring and I've gone from speaking affluently to sounding like a redneck. I step closer to you, the liquor making me a little ballsier than normal. I cleared my throat before speaking again. "Now, you're gonna be good now and work toward gettin that shackle off, right?"