Dads Night
"Alright bud, bath time," daddy says as he slides his hands under your armpits and takes you in his arms. The clock on the living room wall reads 6:30. Bath time is never this early. All of your friends would be heading to the bars right now! If you were allowed to take your pacifier out of your mouth you'd ask him what the occasion was, but you know the rules.
As he gets the bath ready he takes your toy from your hand and sets it on the counter. You're a little bit too old for toys anyway, right? Daddy doesn't think so, just like he doesn't think you're ready for underwear either. He quickly removes your diaper and shuts off the water.
Bath time is your favorite. You love getting lost in the bubbles when daddy pours it into the tub. A toy boat ripples with the water as he sets you in and finally takes your pacifier from you.
"Dad's got some friends coming over. You've met them before, they're excited to see you," he explains as he begins running water through your hair.
Daddy's night! At least that's what you've always called it. Daddy invites friends over to play cards and have a few beers while you get to stay up late and watch cartoons in the living room. You bounce in excitement at the thought of all of the attention you'll be getting!
"Woah there bud, simmer down will ya? We're not trying to sink the ship here," he jokes as he ruffles your hair.
He finishes washing you up before popping your pacifier back into your mouth. You help yourself out of the tub as daddy grabs a towel and begins to dry you off. The pacifier can't hide the grin plastered on your face. Daddy can tell too. This is your favorite kind of night after all!
You follow him into your bedroom. It was daddy's idea to decorate it with space ships and planets, but you love the glow-in-the-dark stars the most. He even helped pick out your spaceship mobile that you can't sleep without. He rummages through your closet before picking out a t-shirt donning various superheroes.
"You haven't worn this in ages," he observes as he slides the bars to your crib down.
He lifts you up and sets you onto your crib bed. You can't help but giggle as you watch him pretend to be confused with your choice of diapers.
"You know what, let's go with this one," he says, holding up one with different farm animals holding colorful letters of the alphabet.
Normally the changing table across from your crib is your changing spot but tonight is special. You just know it. As is the routine you lift your butt to let daddy slide your diaper under you as he has so many other times. The powder bottle explodes as daddy tries to use it on you, coating everything within arm's reach in it. Both of you laugh as he helps clean up the mess before finishing taping your diaper up.
"Alright, let's get this on you and get your playpen set up, huh?"
Daddy slides your shirt down over your head.
"No pants?" You ask.
He shakes his head with a smile. No need for pants, it's pretty warm in the house anyway. Plus you look much cuter without them. You follow him out into the living room after he grabs your playpen. Of course you can't forget your personal army of stuffed animals! He helps you carry some of them when you drop a few, but this isn't anything new to him.
Once your playpen is setup he sets you down in it and goes to fetch your favorite sippy cup. Your favorite cartoon comes on as the doorbell rings. They're here! That bubbly feeling quickly returns as you bounce gleefully on your butt.
"Hey champ, how's the little guy?" One of them asks.
You giggle through your pacifier as another pats you on the back and asks how you're doing. He even says hi to your favorite stuffed animal when you proudly present it to him. These are your favorite nights! Daddy brings you your sippy cup and lets you take your pacifier out for a while. He makes sure to clip it to your shirt before you do though. Keeping track of pacifiers is a chore in this house. It's a mystery as to how many you've lost so far.
A couple of hours go by and your juice is starting to catch up to you. You feel restless and squirm in your seat. Big kids can hold their potty! How are you supposed to show daddy that you're a grown-up like him if you can't?
"You doing okay over there sport?" He calls out to you.
You want to answer him but your half-hour without your pacifier has long been over. He can see the anguish in your face as you turn around to look at him.
"Uh oh guys, one sec, I think the little guy's gotta go," he says.
The time takes him to get out of his seat is agonizingly long. Your bladder can't hold out much longer, you feel like you're going to burst! You try to grab your crotch as daddy picks you up out of your playpen but it's no use. As he sets you down on the floor you begin to feel a familiar warmth swelling in the front of your diaper.
"Oh boy, looks like you really had to go huh?" Daddy asks you as he squishes the soaking mass you've just created in your pants.
You were so close, closer than last time! You held it for maybe 10 seconds before. Wasn't that enough to show daddy that you're finally big? He lets out a sigh before taking you by the hand and leading you over to the kitchen table where everyone was playing poker.
Daddy lets you sit in his lap, occasionally bouncing you up and down on his knee to remind you that diapers are where you belong. You try to pull your shirt down over the yellow blotch in the middle of your diaper but it's no use. Between the squishing and crinkling it's obvious that you're wearing exactly what you need.
"He really did have to go," one of daddy's friends teases as he pinches your blushing cheek.
Another of his friends is nice enough to fetch you your bottle with more juice in it! It doesn't take long before you completely forget about your little accident as you quickly begin downing your next drink. A short while later you once again feel that same urge, though not as strong. Maybe your diaper has room for one more go.
Daddy can feel you wetting yourself once again. He bounces you on his knee some more as the liquid warmth seeps it's way down to under your butt. This diaper's not going to hold much more!
The card game finishes up and daddy looks over you to inspect the damage.
"Yep, you're soaked alright," he states.
He tugs at the back of your diaper. You aren't stinky, why is he looking back there? Did you have another accident and not realize it?
"Hm, you still have some space left back here, bud," daddy says before setting you down and standing behind you.
You hear him unzipping his fly. He fumbles around for a moment before putting his hand on your shoulder.
"Hold still bud, we're not wasting anymore diapers here," he says as you feel the head of his penis prod into your lower back.
He tugs the back of your diaper. The coolness on your skin from the air suddenly goes warm. You feel a trickling running down your lower back and through your butt. Your diaper swells as daddy's stream helps finish off the last of your seat. It's so heavy it feels like it could fall off!
A few seconds later you feel your waistband snap shut. Daddy rubs your newly soaked butt and gives it a quick pat.
"All done. Looks like you need a change after all, huh, sport?"
You bury your face in your hands. Daddy's friends can't know that you're trying not to smile! They coo at you and pat you on the back for a job well done on earning that diaper change. It's too much and you giggle to yourself as daddy takes you by the hand and leads you back to your bedroom.
"Looks like you won't be going to any parties or clubs anytime soon, bud. Maybe we'll try potty training again next year."