You think to yourself, “Well I suppose this isn’t too bad…†as you get used to the feeling of a diaper encapsulating your derrière, your weewee. You think back as to how you came to be in this predicament…
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You remember the look of exasperation on my face as I chastise you for the latest offense among a long list of past transgressions. You remember how my face transformed from one of furry to one of almost sadistic satisfaction. You thought I was joking when I had said that if you were going to act like a child, then you were going to be treated like a child. You thought that I couldn’t possibly be serious when I pulled out an adult diaper and ordered you to lie down so I could diaper and powder your bottom; that I must be playing some sort of game of ‘chicken’ and I would halt my commands as soon as you plead ‘uncle’.
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But you were wrong. Looking down at yourself, sitting in just a thick adult diaper on a baby blanket on the floor, you can attest to that little factoid. You realize the need to relieve yourself is growing exponentially, and that you can no longer wait.Â
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You try and get up to make your way to the bathroom, but I stop you immediately, asking you, “Where do you think you are going young man?â€Â
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When you try and stutter out a weak “bathroom†I tell you, “Oh no, you’re not ready for potty training – besides, you have a perfectly good diaper onâ€. You look down at your diaper as my meaning dawns on you, and as you look up at me with pleading eyes, I say,
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“Oh sweetie, didn’t you know? If you wear it, you must use itâ€