Some Alone Time, Part 22 (Patreon)

“You’re such a big boy to still be in diapers at night.” 

She kept her voice soft as she fitted her husband’s pacifier into his mouth. The bulb was big enough to fill his jaws, giving him something comfortable to suck and chew on, a habit that he immediately, noisily began to indulge. The sight of the big, masculine dog, moving gracefully into middle-age, with the shield of a pacifier pressed comfortably to his lips, the ring bobbing up and down, made her giggle, not unkindly. 

“But I guess some boys just grow up a little faster than others.” It was a line she had used on her son, but it seemed appropriate for the current situation as well. One boy getting out of diapers, and another going back into them. 

“Or at all.” The bigger dog piped up from his back, words slightly slurred by the huge bulb in his mouth, and the nagging blush on his cheeks immediately got a bit more insistent when he realized just what he said. He smiled sheepishly, lips quirked in a crooked grin over the cheery design of his pacifier. “Or, uh—y-you know…”

“Or at all.” She repeated, a confirmation, with an amused smile, and put her hands on his belly, the heels of her palms on the waistband of his untaped diaper, tantalizingly close to the heft of his erection. She leaned in and down to plant a kiss on the ring of his paci, a kiss which he closed his eyes and tried to reciprocate, only to realize he was bumping her mouth with smooth, blue plastic. 

“Hopefully you’re a big enough boy for your paci to come out when it’s grown-up time.” She teased, her breath warm on his whiskers, and playfully took the ring of his pacifier in her teeth to give it a little tug. When she raised back up, standing over him once more, the dog held the familiar bottle of baby powder in her hand. 

“I think I can manage.” His confirmation came in a low voice, trying to sound confident, sexy, and only slightly undermined by the rubber in his mouth giving him a small lisp. “’s not like I need it or anything, I just—” 

“You just like it, cuz you’re mommy’s baby boy, aren’t you.” Her words and sing-song tone, even as she dusted her hands with baby powder, made him groan in defeat and cover his eyes, and his dick surged between his legs, bobbing against his belly. “Come on, it’s okay. Nobody else needs to know that you still sleep with your paci.” 

“Yeees…” He answered, sounding petulant to begin with, but his affirmation twisted into a pleasant growl as his wife’s baby powdered hands rubbed down his ribcage to his hips, leaving faint, white smears in his fur.

“That’s what I thought. Now be still, so we can get that handsome butt ready for bedtime.” He blushed a little darker and peeked out from between his hands, watching her fingers play him like a piano. Unlike his method, she kept baby powder in her hands, and used those to apply to his most sensitive areas. Her palms moved to his lower belly, and he had to arch his back and growl pleasantly, his legs stiffening on either side of her body. 

“Ooh, somebody likes that.” Her voice lilted in time with his eager groan, her hands moving out and down to his hips, gently levering one of his legs upward and reaching inside the plastic of his diaper to cup and squeeze the curve of his rump. “Mommy doesn’t make such a mess with the baby powder either, does she.” 

“It gets everywhere…” He muttered defensively, eyes partially hidden, partially closed, back arched, and toes curled as his wife massaged, kneaded, and patted baby powder into his most sensitive areas, his fur freshly bathed and appropriately fluffy for bedtime. His dick strained between his legs, but she hadn’t so much as given it a squeeze yet. “Like that scrapbook glitter you were usin’.”

“It smells better, at least.” She giggled, patting her powdery palm on his belly and leaving a handprint. She slipped her hands inside his diaper, pushing under the untaped front to curl around the length of his shaft and give it a tug. Her other hand moved between his legs, cupping his balls and giving them a lift, handling her man under the guise of powdering him. “Now, I can’t tape up your diaper with this in the way.” 

“N-No, you can’t…” It was almost pleading. As soon as her hands were under his diaper again, he bit down hard on his pacifier and started to push upward, driving his shaft hard through her fingers and over her soft, smooth palms. His dick strained achingly, eagerly needing yet another release. 

“So can you be a big boy and finish up for mommy?”

“Y-Yes…” It wasn’t going to take him long. A couple of minutes of her soft touch, and he was already at the edge. His endurance had been completely undermined by years of anticipation, and with his wife’s practiced hands stimulating him in all the right spots, and the crinkle of his diaper, the softness under his bottom, spurring him on all the harder, it was impossible for him to draw it out any longer. 

“Y-Yes, mommy…” The big shepherd gasped breathlessly and arched his back, and for the third time of the evening, he exploded in a rush that was very nearly kept in the front of his diaper. Instead, it painted his chest and belly, and when he was done, he collapsed in a panting, exhausted mess on the changing mat, his arms to his side, and his pacifier dangling loosely from his mouth. 

“That’s a good boy.” She crooned, massaging his shaft until he was empty, then placing a firm hand on his inner thigh while he recovered. “And you’ll be pleased to know that diapers don’t make you any less handsome.”