Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
I lowered his sweatpants to his ankles before noticing that his diaper was quite full. I popped the side tabs and peeled back the front flap before gently lifting his legs and sliding the cotton free. I rolled it up and set it to the side.
This time, I took a longer look at my boy's groin. It wasn't fully hard, but it was thickened, either from the lingering lust of our kiss, or the excitement of this moment. Tatum wasn't fully with it the first time I diapered him, and it was partly from necessity. But this was purely for enjoyment.
I gently cleansed his skin with the wipe, apologizing when he flinched at its cold temperature. Once he was all clean, I squirted some lotion in my hands and rubbed my palms together to warm it up.
First, I pressed my hands to his thighs and massaged the lightly scented pink cream into his skin. I looked up at his face and found him watching me intently, as if soaking in the moment. My hands inched closer to his fuzzy sack and I made sure, “Is this okay?” Tatum gave a bashful smile and a nod, so I continued on.
I tenderly rubbed lotion across his balls and dick, which hardened beneath my touch. But Tatum didn't mention it, so neither did I. His body was reacting, but this wasn't a sexual touch unless he wanted it to be. When he gave no signs of wanting more, I folded the front of his diaper and secured the sides.
After I wiggled his pants back up onto his waist, I told him, “I know you're feeling better now, so you may feel differently about using the diaper. It's okay if you want to, and it's okay if you don't.” Some littles liked the warm comfort of using their diapers, while others liked the security and softness of wearing one, or simply their Daddies looking after their basic needs. Whatever Tatum was searching for, was what I wanted for him.
His sweet smile brightened. “You answered my question before I asked.”
I chuckled and tickled his belly until he did the same. “You can always ask me anything; there are no secrets between us, and I never want you to feel embarrassed.”
“Thank you.”
“You're welcome, Taterbug. Hang on just one second.” I threw away the garbage and washed my hands before returning to him. I pulled on my jeans and a t-shirt, receiving a pouty look that made me chuckle. “Come on, let’s get to that surprise.”
I helped him off of the bed and led him into the kitchen, where I retrieved a pot from the cabinet, along with baking soda, cornstarch, and measuring cups. I placed the items on the countertop, and turned to face Tatum when he lightly tapped my arm.
Guilt plagued his face when he said, “I hope I don’t ruin the surprise, but I don’t think I can eat anything else right now. I’m sorry.”
I wasn’t shocked, given his illness, but luckily, that wasn’t what I had in mind. I cupped his cheek and told him, “Thank you for telling me. I wouldn’t want you to get sick again. But we’re not making food.”
“Really? What are we making?”
“You’ll see,” I winked, before using the measuring cup to scoop out some corn starch. “Do you want to do the pouring?”
“Yes, please!”
I handed the cup to my excited boy, who dumped the white powder into the pot. “Good job. Now we need a little of this.” I gathered some baking soda, which I also gave to Tatum to plop into the mixture. “Now just one more thing.” The last item was water, and Tatum was very careful not to spill a drop as he poured it in. “Great! I’ll do this part.” He nodded as I turned on the stove, and he watched intently as I stirred the mix until it bubbled.
The powder soon formed into a blob and I asked, “Do you know what it is yet?”
He squished his lips around as he studied it for a moment before gasping. “It’s PlayDoh!”
“That’s right, baby bear. And I think it’s just about done.” I turned off the burner and grabbed a cutting board. I plopped the white ball onto it and warned him, “It’s still hot, so don’t touch it yet.” He nodded and I grabbed one last thing; a box containing four small bottles of food coloring. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Purple.”
I was glad I chose the purple sippy cup earlier. I squeezed a few drops of blue and red dye onto the dough before testing its temperature with my finger. “Okay, it’s cool enough for you to mix the colors.” It was the best part, and I knew he would love it.
Tatum excitedly reached for the blob before stopping suddenly. He looked up at me and asked, “What’s your favorite color?”