Some Alone Time, Part 19 (Patreon)

There was a fresh diaper on the bed, unfolded and ready to sink his butt into, as well as a bottle of baby powder, both resting unassumingly on the material of his baby blue changing mat. His heart was immediately threatening to beat out of his chest once more, and he felt blind-sided.

No plan survives first contact with a diaper on the bed.

“Ho-?” 

He started again, but another voice cut him off.

“Are you nice and clean now? Come lay down, handsome. Let's get you in a new diaper.”