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You’re not sure how long it’s been. A month? Two? The transition was gradual, so slow and discreet you didn’t even notice what was happening until you’d accepted it.
But at some point, your Daddy had cooked up a new rule–you had to have your ‘PJ bottoms’ on by eight, which meant your nighttime diaper was often soaked before you even got into bed. The rest of the transition happened more slowly than that, more subtly.
You started feeling your tummy grumble in the evening. Not often enough to be obvious, just enough that it made sleep difficult. The first time, you got out of bed, squatted down, and pushed ‘till your tummy felt better–but when you went to find Daddy and ask for a change, he shushed you and sent you back to bed.
When you felt the cramps a few nights later, you hadn’t even gotten into bed yet. Curled up on the couch with Daddy watching a movie, you used your diaper, then asked for a change before sleep time came around–again, he told you ‘no, you’re already in your PJs for the night’.
By the time you realized he was training you to sleep in your mucky bottoms, you’d already gotten used to it. You’d been fully conditioned to accept the smell, the squish, to not feel embarrassed in the slightest. A dirty diaper was as normal to you as a clean one… And maybe even more normal than your big kid underwear.
Devin Sarter
2023-01-06 18:55:24 +0000 UTC