The plan that backfired (private w/ marxthebaby)

[marxthebaby]

Daddy Oliver chuckled after hearing his baby burp nice and loud for him; he certainly was a gassy little baby! When the baby started to whine, saying that he didn’t need to be burped, Daddy just shook his head. “If you didn’t need to burp, then what was that sound you made? That sounded like a burp to Daddy, yes it did!” He cooed, poking him on the nose gently. 

When the baby boy glared at him, he ignored it, about to leave the house with him in his baby sling, but his little Dew-Dew said something that babies should never, ever say. His whining was okay, because it was suitably babyish, but cussing like that was unacceptable for such a little baby like him! Daddy would have to fix that. 

“For swearing at Daddy and throwing a tantrum, I’ll be keeping you right here in your poopy diaper for now, then I’ll change you after we get to the store. No sooner or later. The store’s walking distance from here, so there shouldn’t be any trouble from you. You won’t be getting a diaper change until tomorrow if you misbehave while Daddy takes you outside, understand me, little man?” 

Daddy Oliver demanded, giving him a hard whack on the thigh before walking to the door and exiting it. He obviously expected an answer from his baby.

[Deviant]

Jason snarled of course he burped anyone would after having their back rubbing as roughly like a babyhell people rub their own chests to help themselves burp. "I DID BUT ANYONE WOULD!" He told Oliver  insistently. Shaking wincing and blinking his eyes when his nose was poked. 

 

Jason was ready for tears as he was admonished for swearing and told him he would not be changed unless he behaved while at the store. "It wasn't even that bad of swear!" He protested to no avail.

Facing his daddy in his sling he had a look of misery on his face grunting with each step that Daddy took the mess in his diaper squishing against his bottom. When Oliver slapped him leg hard he knew he had to answer

 

"yes I understand!" He murmured not wanting to draw attention to himself while walking the smell enough was likely to be making him a spectacle. He had no idea what was in store for him and if he did he would prefer it that way.

[marxthebaby]

When the baby started to yell, saying that anyone would’ve burped, he just chuckled to himself. “D’awww, is my boy fussy-wussy today? Looks like baby really does need hims poopy didi changed! Well, too bad for baby! Hims was naughty, and he’s gotta sit in for a while, yesss!” He baby-talked to him, tickling his chin as he walked out the door, completely ignoring what Dewey actually said.

Daddy Oliver smiled when his baby muttered in a whiny little voice that he understood, making him chuckle. He sounded so cute, whining like that! Baby Dewey would sound even more adorable by the time Daddy was done with him.

“That’s my good widdle baybee, being good for Daddy!” He cooed, praising his baby boy for being so good and giving him several pats on his cute little head. 

A few people passing by didn’t seem to see anything odd about the oversized baby in his Daddy’s baby sling. They just cooed about what a “cutie-pie” his baby was, one of the women mentioning, “Awww, does your little guy need a diaper change? Poor lil’ fella!” Daddy just smiled and replied with, “It’s okay; my baby boy is going to get a diaper-change in just a little bit, when we’re done buying him some new diapers.” 

As the woman left and Daddy Oliver grabbed two packs of large disposable diapers, blue ones with the words “Stinky Bum” written on the back. He hummed as he took his baby to the next aisle, getting some nummy baby food like strained peaches and yummy sweet potatoes and even some mashed peas. 

He got multiple jars of mashed-up prunes, especially. “These are gonna make you less constipated, little Dew-Dew! They’re gonna make you go poopies soooo much, yes they are!”

He said this as loudly as he possibly could, drawing some looks from fellow shoppers as he cooed, “Who’s gonna be Daddy’s widdle pooper? You are!”

[Deviant]

When Jason felt Oliver tickling his chin again he went for the bite again being fed up. Thankfully Oliver was prepared and avoided it and let it go or so he lead Jason to believe as he carried on like normal. 

 

As Oliver praised him Jason was trying desperately to finagle his feet to the the bottom the sling to launch himself out unfortunately for him Daddy Oliver made sure the that the seat of the harness would leave his baby secure with no chance of escape as it pressed the diaper tightly around his baby boy. 

 

Jason became irritated when people refused to see anything off about a man in a baby sling being carried by a giant. When a woman asked daddy if his little guy needed a diaper change he tried to insist he wasn't a baby as Oliver silenced him with a pacifier nullifying his efforts. 

Jason put up a fuss as Oliver put diapers that said stinky bum on the ass. WHAT KIND IF STORE HAS ADULT DIAPERS LIKE THAT? his mind reeled. 

Jason became green again watching Oliver load the cart with all the disgusting jars of baby food. He sat in his sling helpless and stewing his anger,once daddy began cooing about him being constipated Jason tried to spit out the Paci that's when he noticed Oliver had placed a strap around his head to keep it in rendering his attempt at speech useless turning them into unintelligible muffles. "Hmmmph Ughhhp Wmmmph Grmmmmm" as people stared at the man and his baby. 

[marxthebaby]

Daddy Oliver gave his stinky little man a pat on his diapered rump, before laughing a bit to himself. The hired help he had reacting to how cute his baby boy was worked like a charm; he could pay anybody off to pretend that the big baby strapped to his chest was perfectly normal if he wanted to. Daddy Oliver had more connections than this poor little thing knew, and he’d be using them as much as possible.

He instead focused on little Dewey, who was determined to squirm around in his baby sling, trying fruitlessly to escape. Daddy made sure his pacifier was strapped nice and tight around his head before giving his poopy-diapered ass a hard smack through the seat of the sling. “Be a good boy for Daddy, and don’t squirm around so much or he’ll spank your little butt red right here after changing your diapies!” 

The boy was trying to spit out the pacifier, his speech garbled and unintelligible. When someone bravely asked what was wrong with his son, Daddy smiled knowingly and put on a sorrowful face, stroking the baby’s head, “Well, he has a growth disorder. He may not look like a baby, but he is one mentally; his body just ages too quickly. That’s why I have to take care of him.” Baby’s garbled babbling just made it seem like he really was a baby, convincing the nice person that Daddy was telling the truth.

Daddy Oliver hummed, taking his cute little pooper into the men’s bathroom, leaving the shopping cart outside it and pulling down the baby changing station. He got diapers out of the diaper bag he brought along, with wipes and locking plastic panties covered in Barney the dinosaur faces. Daddy untaped his diaper after setting him on the changing table and people groaned at the stench, asking what “that awful smell” was while Daddy Oliver smirked at the baby boy, wiping his ass  nice and slow. “See, baby? You really are a stinky widdle guy.”