Jordan was sitting in the couch, with Riley holding him, and holding a bottle of warm milk to his mouth.
He was watching Peppa Pig.
He was very far into his little space. About eleven months.
Jordan began squirming in his seat,
"Is everything okay Jor-Jor? Are you okay?"
Riley Asked, pulling the empty bottle from J's (I'm calling him J for time's sake) mouth.
J whimpered.
When Riley was done burping Jordan, J took a ginormous dump in his diaper, as well as spraying hot piss into it.
"Aww, baby, let it all out! Shhhhhh"
Jordan began to cry, and kept pooping, and peeing, when he stopped, and the diaper threatening to burst.
"Let's get you all cleaned up!" Riley smiled at J, and walked to his room.
When he was done changing him, he put on a really thick nightmare diaper, seeing J poop that much just now, was scary.
He carried J back to the couch and cooed soft, comforting woods in his ear, like;
"It's gonna be alright, you're clean now, it's okay, I love you baby!" Once Jordan stopped crying, Riley placed a kiss on J's lips, them hugged him softly.
R (for Riley) made breakfast for himself, and ate it, while playing Fortnite on his phone. For the rest of the day, J didn't use his diaper, and behaved perfectly!
TBC!
Baiii!
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