Yes a bad boy always end up whit red and sore little bottom bay the end of a day so they learn to behave like good cubs should do. But before that happens the cub is going to end up whit allot of a red and sore little bottoms. But i hope he learn soon how to behave right.
But you most agree this is a weary cute pose and he look kind of cute to.
Yes i agree a good little boy is a diapered little boy. That is what i am when i wear my diapers special when i wear my thick night diapers. That always feels weary good and relaxing and i dont need to worry that i wake up whit a wet bed if i have a little accident when i sleep.
His words still echoed in my head, “The wetter and messier it is the more you lose control and the more you regress”. I didn’t’ believe him 2 minutes ago, as I panicked to untape the thick undergarment that had become heavily saturated and was weighing me down. I tried in vain to free myself from this horror as I saw the end coming near, but the second I grabbed a hold of the tapes was when it all went downhill. I jumped back and tried to escape, as the other dirty diapers that surrounded the room quickly fastened to my paws and feet. In my attempt to escape I tripped backwards and landed in a pile of them. Soon I found myself struggling to free myself as they held me back on the ground in a T formation. The diapers that held me felt like they weighed a ton. In anger and fear I managed gained the strength to save myself, or so I thought. I had managed to tug my hands down to my stomach close to pulling both of the heavy weighted garments off, when a diaper jumped onto my head. I soon became dizzy like it was prepping me for surgery. This was not the case though. Tears welled up in my eyes as I soon realized my limbs were disobeying my actions. It was then I realized the diaper that jumped on my head has paralyzed me in hopes of speeding up the process. I soon felt more and more of the diapers, fastened around my waist, expand tremendously in size. This is when the changes started. My limbs began to shrink in size. As I watched in disbelief as my body structure regress in size, I tried to wake myself up from the nightmare. “This can’t be happening!!! It is all a dream!!!!” I screamed into my mind, as the regression quickly began to speed up. I knew the end was coming and by this time I was bawling. I closed my eyes tightly and waited for the inevitable when I realized the flow had stop. I guess my bowels had no more to give. Soon the diapers detached from my paws, feet, and hands. I looked at my hands and back up to the ceiling. “I had been saved”, I praised to the sky. I tried to stand but realized the diaper had become too statured and heavy to walk properly. My legs where pushed far apart and every move echoed a squish throughout the filthy diaper filled room. I began to crawl for the exit as my heavily drenched garment swayed back and forth, like a rocking chair. SQUISH, SQUISH, SQUISH filled my ears as I pressed on every diaper close to the exit. As I reached for the door knob I was suddenly pulled back and feel to the ground. THEN EVERYTHING WENT BLACK.
When I awoke I realized something was preventing me from going towards the door. I heard giggles echoing through the room as I looked up dizzily as the door knob. As the dizziness cleared I peered down towards my feet to see what was so warm and squishy that was holding me back. My mind thought I had just been caught on a dirty diaper, but I screamed as I saw where my feet were. My dry tear stained face soon became drenched with tears, as I peered into my legs deep in a woman’s private area. She gazed at me almost teasing me. I knew I had to get out; I did not just escape that last horror only to fall prey to another. While in thought I quickly felt a jerk pull me waist deep now as the diaper bulged outward from her lips. I tried to pull myself out and grabbed on one of the diapers. I quickly let go in shock when the diaper jumped up hitting me in the face, as if it was alive. Soon another jerk pulled all of the diaper and me up to my stomach into my soon to be prision. I pushed around her squishy bottom trying to escape. This turned out to be a big mistake. I soon found my hands sucked into her lips with a wet slurp, like from a straw. My arms Pinned down to my sides now left me with no hope, but to try and talk my way out. “Please let me go”, I screamed at her. She ignored my pleas and said “bye bye little one” with a giggle. She began humming a nursery rhyme as the last jerk pulled me all the way deep into her womb. I struggled and kicked, trying to push my way out, but it felt like her womb was made out of rubber. My anger quickly got the best of me as adrenaline rushed through my body. I punched and kicked so hard I heard her scream in pain. I knew if I kept it up I could escape, but every kick and punch pushed right back at me. Soon I began to tire. She giggled as she saw my fruitless attempts to escape, my hands and feet clearing showing on the outside. I was not done just yet though. I began clawing my way back out. I managed open the entrances back open, like jaws of steel opening a car. My faint hope did not last long as I was suddenly pushed back. My hope was destroyed as I saw the only escape fully seal up, like I was trapped in a egg. Her laughter echoed throughout my prison. This was then I realized the womb started filling with water. Her voice echoed as she said, “almost there”. I tried to understand what she meant. Surely she did not mean to kill me; she would have done that before when I was knocked out. That was when it hit me and the words echoed through my head “The wetter and messier it is the more you lose control and the more you regress”. My eyes grew big and I continued my struggles tears covering my face. “NOOOO PLEEASE LET ME OUT I DON’T WANT THIS”, I screamed in my elastic prison. I lifted my rear up to the top of the womb trying to keep it away from the water that was inevitably my doom. She became extremely aggravated with how long it was taking and quickly rolled over/ Her weight squished my down into the water. “PLEASE SOMEBOY HELP ME”, I screamed as more tears filled my eyes. The pitch of my voice grew higher and I heard her giggle some more humming the same nursery rhyme from before. Soon the changes started again as the diaper expanded in my prison trapping me against her walls unable to move or push it back. Her womb quickly claimed ahold of my limbs preventing me from moving. Soon baby fat grew on my arms as I began to shrink more and more.
Yes he maybe going to be a future artist who knows but he have a long way to go before he can be that good. But i hope that it is one thing he dont learn and that is to control his bladder and bowel. Because if he dont learn that he can have move focus on how he can draw some good art and the diaper can he change when he have the time or need a break from all the drawings that he have done. That is the best thing when it comes to diapers that it can make you more relax so you can focus on other things. Maybe you can start you drawing whit some nice pictures of your cute teddy bears they can be your models. Should that not be so great and awesome?