When I told Lion he had a little more than an hour of freedom left he wasn’t too happy. Two big boxes of diapers arrived and are staring him down. What can I say? He probably shouldn’t have asked me if we wanted them. And if he did, he shouldn’t have asked me what we’d do with so many diapers. Silly boy. He knows the answer.
I find this sort of thing amusing. Technically I’m not hurting him. He’s not in any physical pain. It’s emotional pain. He’s humiliated by wearing a wet diaper. I suppose I could make it worse if I told him to wear the diapers that look more like baby diapers. Then I’d have to change him. His wife would have to wipe his peed butt and powder him before putting another diaper on him. How humiliating!
No, thank you. I can only go so far. I deal with poo sometimes when I peg him. I do not want to change a wet diaper. The only diapers I want to change are grandchildren’s diapers. They can’t help being wet or messy. I guess Lion can’t help it either since I’m making him wear diapers, but I don’t have to change him.
I’ll make sure Lion washes himself when I want to play with him. I don’t want to deal with pee smell either. Yuck.
There is one thing that I like about Lion wearing a diaper. His balls are warm and loose when we play. It’s like he just came out from under the blankets. I like when his balls hang down. In the past, I’ve stretched them with a weight but that’s not necessary. I am just a big fan of the rear view, bent over Lion with balls swinging in the breeze. And warm balls swing more freely. I also think the skin is softer when it’s warm. Of course those balls will be covered by a diaper this weekend except when we play. I know he’s hoping for some extended play sessions so he can avoid being in the diaper.