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“Mommy, can I have a change?” You asked, rather sheepishly.

“A DIAPER CHANGE?” She replied, louder than was necessary. You looked around, desperate to keep your diaper a secret. “Why ever would you need a diaper change, sweetie?”

“I…um…I’m wet.”

“Well, those are some awfully thick diapers we bought you. They should be enough to hold multiple wettings, even from a super soaker like you. And in addition to being super thick, they are somewhat pricey too. So we can’t just be changing your diapers each time you get a little damp.”

You hung your head in shame, your face growing red. You knew where this was going. 

“So, does your diaper really need to be changed, or are you just trying to get into a dry diaper a little early?”

“I want a dry diaper, mommy,” you muttered.

“Awww, that’s ok. I’m sure you want to be in dry diapers, and dry pants, all the time. But your little bladder just doesn’t want to play along.” She pinched your cheek and you grew even redder. “That’s why we put you in extra thick diapers! Now, let’s forget this silliness. Mommy will check your diaper in a few hours. Until then, no need to tell me when you have used it. Remember, diaper babies don’t care if they’re wet or even messy. So just relax and let Mommy take care of it, ok?”

A paddling after Sunday school.

"Oops... looks like someone's just figured out I slipped a little something in his drink. He he... he's so mad but, it's really hard to take him serious when he's still got pee running down both of his legs!"

I mean… I may still gag you anyways just because it’s quite funny looking at that horrified look in your eyes when I leave the room with you tied and gagged with a sore asshole