Friendly Neighborhood Birthday Man

Praise

With the help of two sleeping pills, Peter had cried himself to sleep.
Tony held him tightly into his body as he stayed awake with worry.

When Peter had introduced his adult-baby kink to Tony he had been on board 100%. He let Peter take control as he fell right into the brat role.

Maybe...

This was Peter's role?
Or maybe this was a role Peter didn't want.

He made it clear that he was uncomfortable being the needy one but his break down had made him exactly that.

Tony had to restrategize if they were going to make this work.

Peter indeed wasn't a brat.

Peter's eyes were a little swollen. His lips were extra pouty. But still, he looked angelic in his peaceful sleep.

Why wouldn't he just talk to me?

Tony felt insecure and even a little frustrated.

Misunderstanding. It was a misunderstanding. That's all. We'll talk in the morning. I just have to wait.

This was going to be a long night. Now it was Tony who wished he could pop a couple pills and shut off the world until tomorrow.

What a way to handle stress...

They would have to talk about that tomorrow too.

Really Peter did open up to Tony.
The problem was that it all happened at once and it turned into crying.
Tony must have misread him. He felt guilty for faulting Peter.

He held Peter closer against his chest. His hands curiously reached down to check Peter's protective garment.

Uh oh.
It was wet.

Tony had never done this.
How did Peter do it for him? And how was he going to do this if Peter was too asleep to participate?

Peter's peaceful expression changed and he began to stir.

Oh no.
If talking about it made him cry Tony didn't want to know what would happen if Peter woke up to find that he had wet himself.

That's what Tony wanted Peter to understand though.
That it was okay!

Still, that was a conversation for later. Tony had recently purchased supplies for playtime. He rolled Peter on his back with a diaper mat underneath him in the middle of the bed and laid out everything he thought he would need.

I'll have to program a robot to do this...

Tony undid the tapes and removed the wet diaper before wiping Peter clean. Peter was muscular but pretty light. Tony was able to raise his lover's hips and position a clean diaper underneath him. He applied cream to Peter's thighs and taped the front secure. It was a little uneven but it was tight and it was on!

I did it! Peter, you would be so proud of me!

Hey, wait...

Tony had a thought. There was a lot more to playing a "baby" role without being needy. If they truly had been kids on a playground Tony would be the brat for sure! But Peter would be the kid sharing his toys and comforting the other kids when they fell down. All without any praise.

As Tony was removing the diaper mat and supplies Peter began to stir. He sat up and rubbed his eye a little.

"Tony?" Peter reached down and felt the padding remembering he had agreed to let Tony diaper him, but having no knowledge that Tony had already changed him once. "Sorry I got upset. Thank you for taking care of me." Peter slurred his words. He was still half asleep.

"It's okay. I love you, Peter," Tony laid back next to Peter holding him and gently patting him on the back. "And I'm so proud of you. And you're such a good boy!" Tony kissed Peter's forehead.

"Thank you!" Peter giggled, delighted by Tony's praise. "I love you too, Daddy" Peter fell back to sleep in Tony's arms with a smile.