Some Alone Time, Part 5 (Patreon)

We're never gonna get you potty-trained, are we?

Todd's dad groaned needily, arching his back and pressing his palms into the front of his diaper. The post-game show blared away on the television, but it did little to distract him from the squish and crinkle of his newly soaked underwear. Both of his hands sunk into the warm, soft plastic, wrapping the  bulk around his shaft, making the big dog shiver with pleasure from the bloated, heavy feel of a wet diaper.

His wet diaper. Just like a puppy.

Blindly, he reached to grab his bottle off of the side table, slipping it back into his mouth to finish off the last of his beer. He had to grin to himself around the nipple, savoring the implications of laying on his back, with his knees tucked in, and a big baby bottle in his mouth.

What would the guys at work think if they knew you played baby at home? What would your wife think...?

The thought made his erection throb, pinned between his belly and the weight of his wet diaper, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.

With a grunt of effort, the big German shepherd put his bottle away and rolled onto his side, squeezing his knees together around soaked diaper between his legs. He reached down between his thighs to adjust the fit of his legbands. Despite his constant wiggling and pawing, the tapes still held strong at his hips, and the diaper remained securely in place. A high quality fit, designed to bend and shift with the motions of an active, “adult” dog, even after he's had an accident.

Like usual, he ended up on his belly with his favorite couch pillow pushed between his legs, held in place by his thighs, and shoved down against the cushion underneath by the warmer cushion of his wet diaper. Tucking his knees a little closer to get leverage, thrusting his hips forward, was enough to bristle up the fur on the back of his neck, and it made him groan out loud again, louder this time than before. 

“Ughhh, geez...” Between the feeling of having his shaft gloved by a warm, wet diaper, the distinctly babyish crinkling that accompanied his every motion, and the thoughts swirling through his head about diapers, diapers, and more diapers, he knew that he wasn't going to last long. But he told himself that he would at least try to take it slow.

It wasn't often that he had the house to himself, after all.