Via furiously dragged his boys into the bathroom door. She handed her son a diaper bag that neither Anderson nor Bruce knew. The bag contains a diaper, baby wipes, and a bottle of rash cream.
"Why the fuck did you do that?" Bruce asked. "Did what?" Anderson responded. "Sh*t your pants and act immaturely," Bruce shouted. "Oh really?" Anderson said. "That wasn't that immature Mr. Bruce." Anderson mockingly said. "This is." As soon as the words escaped his mouth, he purposely sit on the ground and made his diaper explode. All of his mess went all over the place which made his son's job harder.
"F*ck!" Bruce shouted as he scan the room. "Dad!" Bruce yelled again to catch his father's attention. "Lay down!" Bruce commanded making Anderson helpless. Bruce undid Anderson's diaper and wipes his crotch. The sh*t did not only spread through his crotch but it went through his knees, thighs, and legs.
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Daddy's Babied Holiday
General FictionAnderson (37) is a father to Bruce (20). But the dare says otherwise, Bruce is the daddy and Anderson is his baby.
