Riley and Jordan were at a movie.
It was half way through, and Jordan made a huge dump in his diaper.
Jordan started to cry.
"It's okay, I'll change you when we get home! Shhhhh, it's okay, daddy's here, shhhhh!" Whispered Riley.
"Wen we hom?" Whispered Jordan.
"I don't know sweetheart,"
"Can u change me no?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't bring any diapers! I'm sorry."
Jordan started to cry again.
Riley took Jordan out into the lobby of the movie theater.
Riley sat down on a bench and cradled Jordan in his arms.
"Shhhh, it's gonna be fine, shhhh, we can go straight home if you'd like? Is that what you want?" Asked Riley.
"Nwo, I fine. I con wat." Cried Jordan.
"Okay, if that's what you want, then we can stay." Riley cooed.
Jordan snuggled into Riley's arms,
"Tank u again." Said Jordan, closing his eyes.
"For what?"
"Tweeting mwe yike a bwaby.
I yike pooping in my diapy, and pee pee in my diapy." Said Jordan, opening up his eyes. "I wov u Riley, and not just as my fwiend. As my dada, fo weal."
Riley gave a smile, as if Jordan had gotten on his soft side.
"I love you too, sweetheart."
When they were at home, Riley carried Jordan to his room, and went to Jordan's dresser.
He pulled out a pull-up.
"Can Daddy trust you with a pull-up?" Asked Riley, with a look of 'if I can't, you'll be sorry' in his eyes.
"Wes! U con!" Said Jordan excitedly.
Although, he couldn't, when Riley woke Jordan up, he was in a pile of poo, and piss.
"I couldn't trust you. You need punishment."
Riley cleaned him up, and put an extra thick diaper on Jordan, a skirt, and a small princess shirt.
Jordan hates these. Well, not the skirt, but the shirt.
"Today, I don't have work, so I'll stay home with you!"
"But dada! I dwidn't mean to poppy and Pee pee my dipey! Pwease!" Whined Jordan.
"No. Your not to be trusted." Said Riley, "Im gonna stay home with you, and you can take a few naps."
"Owkay, dada..." cried Jordan.
TBC!
Baiiii!
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