The room smelled faintly of baby powder and something less pleasant.
Soft light filtered through pink curtains, casting a glow on the oversized crib in the corner and the padded changing table nearby.
In the center of the room knelt Daniel — or rather, Princess Tinkles, as Mommy called him when he’d been especially disobedient.
His diaper was soaked. The white plastic had turned a dull yellow at the front, and he kept squirming in place, legs spread awkwardly wide from the thick padding.
Across the room, Mommy stood in heels and a silk robe, arms crossed, her lips curled in a look of disgusted amusement.
“Well, well, look at what I walked in on,” she said, voice dripping with contempt. “Are you proud of yourself, baby? Sitting there in your soggy little diaper like a worthless sissy?”
Daniel’s cheeks burned. He couldn’t meet her eyes. That only made her smile wider.
“Answer me,” she snapped. “Or are big-boy words too hard when you’ve got pee in your Pampers?”
“I… I’m sorry, Mommy,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
She walked closer, the sound of her heels sharp on the hardwood floor. “Sorry? No. Sorry doesn’t cut it. Say what you are.”
He hesitated.
“I said—say. It.”
“I’m a… a useless, pathetic sissy baby who needs my diapers,” he whispered, trembling.
Mommy leaned down, her tone mocking and cruel. “There we go. Was that so hard, Princess Tinkles? Now crawl to me like the diapered worm you are.”
Daniel whimpered but obeyed, crawling forward slowly, the crinkle of his diaper loud and humiliating with each movement. Mommy watched with folded arms and narrowed eyes, like a queen judging the entertainment beneath her throne.
“You’re disgusting,” she said. “And you love it, don’t you? You love being treated like the pathetic baby you are.”
Daniel’s head nodded once, ashamed.
“I should leave you in that diaper all night. Maybe even show your little baby outfit to someone else. Wouldn’t you just die if the world saw Mommy’s big, helpless diaper girl?”
He swallowed hard. A mixture of fear and arousal danced across his flushed face.
Mommy leaned in close, her voice now a venomous whisper. “Now beg. Beg Mommy to keep humiliating you. Beg to stay my little diapered disgrace.”
And Daniel did.