“Ok,” said my wife, “You win. You can call me Mommy and I’ll put you in diapers.”
I follow her into the bedroom where a disposable diaper is opened out on the bed, a promise that sends shivers through me.
Mommy strips me and makes me lie naked on the diaper. Reaching to the side she takes a bottle of baby oil and pours it into her hand, letting it overflow and dribble down between my legs. She lifts those, giving her access to my bare bottom and rubs the oil in, one of her fingers getting me all excited as it strays near my poop hole.
I can’t help it, my peepee rises by itself, a rigid signal to Mommy that I’m enjoying this. She smiles at me, reaches up and tickles me under my chin.
“Is my baby all excited?” she asks rhetorically, “Your didi will never fit properly with that there. We’ll have to take care of it won’t we now.”
I gurgled at her in enthusiasm, anticipating my fantasy of being masturbated then wrapped in a diaper finally becoming reality.
“Yes Mommy, please help, I don’t want my didi to leak,” I tell her.
She takes it in an oil covered hand, “Now, close your eyes little one, and Mommy will make you a happy baby girl.”
I shut my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her hand rubbing up and down, the oil lubricating its passage. In a pre-orgasmic haze I idly thought, “Baby girl?”
At that point my body lit up with agony, searing pain making me scream wide eyed and look at its source. My crotch was covered in blood, smearing my thighs and dripped from the shears Mommy now held in her hand.
The oil covered hand still held my peepee, but only until she threw it through the window.
“There,” she said, “No more unsightly bulges in my baby girl’s didi.”