Bedtime

“Hey,” He heard his girlfriend say before quickly muting his mic. “Its time for bed, baby boy,” She cooed, entering his office.

“But its so early!” He fought back, still trying to play his game.

“Come on, be a good little boy and turn your video game off,” She said.

“Please! Can I stay up a little longer?” He cried, looking back at her with his puppy dog eyes.

“I’ll make you a deal,” She started. “If your pampers aren’t completely soaked, you can stay up for another hour,” She said with confidence, knowing that he hadn’t gotten up from his desk since she put him in his diaper this morning.

He blushed, knowing quite well just how soaked he was, but that didn’t stop her from leaning down and grabbing a hold of the thick, wet padding.

“Hmm, I guess that means its bed time,” She cooed, pulling the headset off his head.

He let out a sigh, but quickly told his friends he had to go before logging off and shutting his computer down.

He grabbed his girlfriends hand, who led him out into the living him, laying him down in the usual spot on the floor, facing out the big windows towards the street that put him in a position where almost anyone walking by could easily see.

She pulled out a fresh diaper, standing over him as she unraveled it, practically putting it on display for the neighbors to see its adult nature, yet fully covered in childish prints before she got down on the floor with him.

She slowly walked her fingers over his diaper, feeling its squish and warmth as she poked and prodded.

“What a big mess,” She cooed. “Its a good thing we keep you in these diapers to help keep it all contained,”

He blushed, knowing that he enjoyed this just as much as she did. “Does my little baby want his diaper changed?” She asked, proceeding to pull up his shirt as she ran her fingers over his bare skin.

He nodded.

“Use your words, baby,” She said.

“Yes, Mommy,” He said.

“Yes, Mommy?” She started, waiting for him to finish the sentence.

“Please change by icky, sticky, diapy,” He said as his face turned red.

“Of course, sweet heart,” She said, starting to untape the diaper.

Delicately, she started to wipe at his groin, lightly wiping the under side of his boy parts before making her way up towards his metal cage. Bits of powder clung to the skin in the cage openings that she didn’t make much effort to remove as It wouldn’t be long before she would be laying down a fresh coat of that very same powder, and wrapping him up in the fresh diaper she had unraveled moments ago.

“There you go, all fresh and clean!” She said, ruling up the old, heavily soiled diaper as she got up off the floor.

“Why don’t you go meet Mommy in your bedroom,” She said, heading towards the kitchen with the soiled diaper.

“I don’t get to sleep with you tonight?” He asked back, sounding a little sad.

“Not tonight, sweetie. Mommy is going to do some adult things,” She said with a smirk in an attempt to tease him.

He smiled, knowing very well what she meant but didn’t stick around to fight it. He made his way to what was essentially their guest room, and quickly crawled under the covers.

A few moments passed before she appeared in the doorway with a bottle of milk, though it had a slight pink coloring added to it.

He knew from its pinkish color that it wasn’t just a normal bottle of milk. “Mommy…do I have to?”

“Yes, sweetie. Drink up,”

“But its going to keep me up all night,” He pouted, not wanting to deal with the consequences of the laxatives she had mixed in.

“Good, it should help my baby boy sleep in then,” She said with a smile. “And maybe next time you won’t cry so much about your bedtime,”

He sat in the bed as she waited, watching him. “Quickly now, drink up,” She said.

Hesitantly, he started to drink, tasting the weird medicinal cherry flavor that confirmed his fears. He wanted to stop, but knew it would only make things worse, so he figured he was better off just chugging it down in one go. Finally, he finished the bottles contents before handing it back to her.

“Good boy!” She cooed. “Mommy is so proud!” She said, kissing him on the forehead.

He could feel his stomach already churning slightly, but knew there was still a long night ahead of him.

“Sleep well, baby! Mommy will be in in the morning to check on you, but don’t you get out of bed until then,” She said teasingly, knowing quite well that she wasn’t going to be checking on him for a long time. And definitely not until she had time to have her morning coffee.