Brooklyn tutted as he surveyed the room, while his dad sobbed on the floor in an extremely thick, white diaper. “This room is too adult,” Brooklyn commented “I think we need a makeover so you don’t get too attached to adult things!”
Hours later, David’s room was unrecognisable. There was a large, white crib, with a mobile over it at the back of the room. At it’s foot, there was a toy chest, full of rattles and other babyish toys.
There was a changing table with straps to keep David locked in, as well as a diaper pail. Beside it, there were two large closets, stocked to the teeth with diapers of all colours that David thought looked too big to be real.
“I got them especially for you, baby! These diapers are thicker than anything in the market. One of these is as thick as five of what you’re wearing,” Brooklyn smiled “Davey’s so lucky he has a special daddy!”
Also in the room were several closets, full of outfits and items, such as rompers, onesies, dresses, skirts, bonnets, pacifiers, bibs, mittens, t-shirts, and other things, most of which wore humiliating slogans.
There was also a gigantic playpen, that was big enough to ensure David could not escape from it, as well as a playmat and blanket on the floor.
There was a huge closet, full of things like strollers, car seats, and other baby equipment too big to fit anywhere else.
There was an additional closet, which housed baby chairs, as well as crates and crates of mushy, disgusting baby food, laxatives, diuretics, baby chairs, and baby bottles, and other equipment for feeding David.
The final closet was a closet with ‘punishment’ on it. It was closed, but David knew it would be full of things that would make his life even worse than it already was.
Suddenly, Brooklyn had him hoisted in the air, which caused David to squeak. A pacifier was forced into the footballer’s mouth as his son placed his hands on his father’s diapered ass, and they were facing each other.
“Ok, poopypants,” Brooklyn said to his dad, as he soothingly rocked him, patting his diapered bottom “now, which do you want to do first? Go get something to eat, or go give your friends and rivals a little hello, and tell them why you can’t play anymore, hm?”
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