Mommy froppy (private)

[Gavin]

Yes you may dear*she stands up and helps you up*now what do you do if you have a accident? 

[marxthebaby]

“I-I ask you to change me.” He replied right away, blushing beet red. “I’ll make sure I do, I promise!” 

[Gavin]

Good boy now waddle to ask*squeezing your cheek and smiles*if your naughty the class will see that diaper*

[marxthebaby]

“Yes, Mommy Froppy...” Aizawa muttered, blushing when she pinched his cheek. He waddled over to his desk at the front of the class and sat down. 

The students were just starting to file in, and it seemed nobody had heard what she said. Bakugou, being the boy he is, smirked when he saw his teacher was waddling, “Hey, Aizawa-sensei, what’s that?” 

He scowled, eyes flashing red momentarily. “None of your business. Now get back in your seat!” 

[Gavin]

2 hours ago, Gavin said:

 

Bakugou go sit down now*she ribbets not letting anyone mess with her little boy she sounds serous*

[marxthebaby]

Bakugou did as Froppy asked, rolling his eyes with a scowl. Aizawa sighed in relief and started teaching, when he felt a deep pain in his abdomen. “We’ll be having class outside today. Get your gym clothes on, alright?” The students reluctantly filed out, some of them excited-Denki already yammering about how he was going to do great-and others a bit nervous(Midoriya was shaking and muttering to himself). 

Aizawa turned back to Froppy, looking less like a mature teacher and more like a child. He was blushing, and kept squirming. “I..I need to-to go to the bathroom. Can you..can you change me when I do?” 

[Gavin]

Ok tell the class I'll be teaching them today then come get me when you go ok*she said with a smile*now go*she goes with the class teaching them*

[marxthebaby]

“Okay. I..I don’t need a changing right now, so can’t I just do it?” He asked, his voice a touch whiny and shrill. Aizawa scowled when she ordered him to go back, stamping his foot. “N-no! I don’t..I’m gonna teach, too! I don’t wanna go back to class!” He flushed, realizing he sounded just like an overgrown baby throwing a tantrum.

[Gavin]

Little boy I'm gonna teach no buts or I'll spank that bottom if yours now go back to class got it*she glares at you*

[marxthebaby]

“No! I don’t want to, you can’t make me! I’m the adult here, you-you can’t order me around!” He yelled, stamping his feet and pouting, his eyes filled with tears of frustration.

[Gavin]

Little boy I have a class I need to teach so when you mess come get me*she starts to walk away

[marxthebaby]

Aizawa pouted, tears welling up in his eyes. His lower lip started to quiver, and he had to bite down on it to keep from bursting into tears. He felt like he was on the verge of a tantrum, so he did what any man would do; he went back up the classroom and slammed the door as hard as he could, locking it. He screamed at the top of his lungs, kicking the door until his foot ached. Without thinking, he lashed out, using his capture weapon to fling the desks against the walls and screaming like a toddler throwing a temper-tantrum.

When he was done, he slumped to the floor, sobbing bitterly. Aizawa removed the diaper, tossed it in the trash, and crawled into his sleeping bag. He zipped it up and curled up inside, not willing to leave. Who cares what she did to him? “She’s not my mom.” He grumbled defiantly, red-faced and pouting.

[Gavin]

*after the class ended and the students went to lunch she came bag*little boy I'm back ribbet*she smiles*do you need a change? 

[marxthebaby]

Aizawa was in the sleeping bag, pouting. He looked like he’d been crying, face streaked with tears and eyes bloodshot. The room was a disaster, the desks strewn around and chairs up-ended. 

[Gavin]

*she looks disappointed but sets the desk back up and chairs as well*ok little boy get out of that sleeping bag

[marxthebaby]

Aizawa did as she asked, shivering. “I w-w-wanted to goooo.” He whined, rubbing tears from his face. “ ‘s not f-fair. I’m..I’m suppose t’ be a big boy, and-and I hadda stay behind! You got to go..and I d-didn’t.” His voice was small and dejected, and he blinked up at her, whimpering.

[Gavin]

I'm sorry baby mommy didn't want you having a accident in class but I want you to go home and text me when you to get home?*she smiles hugging you*now go home dear I expect you ot text when you get home? 

[marxthebaby]

“Okay. I’ll text you when I get home, Mommy Froppy.” He mumbled, very red-faced and clearly flustered.

[Gavin]

*I go home and wait to hear a text from her baby boy*

[marxthebaby]

Aizawa texted her when he arrived at his home, “I’m at home, Mommy.”

[Gavin]

Mommy what dear*she texted back*

[marxthebaby]

The man sighed. He did what he knew he needed to do, “Mommy Froppy. Sorry.” 

[Gavin]

Oh its ok little boy your such a good boy now I want you to tell mommy are you in your diaper 

[marxthebaby]

“Yes, Mommy. I’m in my pjs and my diaper. It’s...comfy.” He found himself admitting this through text message, blushing. Aizawa was in bed, on his back, the diaper tightly wrapped around his waist and crinkling as he yanked a blanket over his legs. He wore a simple shirt for pajamas, leaving the diaper exposed.

[Gavin]

Aww that's good baby boy now mommy needs her sleep the class wants me to teach Tommorow ok?