The same routine (Patreon)

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The days into a kind of routine, the same things happening day after day.

Woken up by Daddy feeling his hands around your diaper before hoisting you out of the crib and taking you downstairs for breakfast. Mommy or Daddy standing ready with a jar of baby food or some mashed up foods in a bowl ready to spoon feed you.

A quick diaper change followed by being humiliatingly dressed in whatever frilly dress or costume they fancied before being set down to play on the floor of the nursery with some cartoons playing on the TV.

After another spoon fed meal of mush at lunchtime, Daddy would usually lift you up back into the crib and lay you down for a nap, lulling you to sleep with his soft words and low tones of voice. Darkening the lights except for the warm glow of a nightlight and daylight that crept in through the closed curtains.

When someone came to wake me up after nap time was over, that’s when the feeling would hit me, and they knew it!

They’d open up the curtains and turn the lights on just in time to watch me on all fours grunting away and pushing a fat load into the seat of my diaper, trying to stop the squirmy feeling inside my tummy.

It was the same routine everyday and yet… it didn’t stop being embarrassing!