A shirt and diaper cover set

You scowled at him as he held up a white shirt with a Peter Pan collar. “No, absolutely not.” You said as he slipped it over your head. He unclipped your left hand to slide your arm through the sleeve, before immediately securing it back to the headboard. He did the same on the other side. He smoothed the shirt down over your chest, fingers tracing the embroidered brown rocking horse for a moment.

He then approached with what looked like light blue briefs, except Tyler unsnapped them and the front lay open. He lifted the bar again, and you were sat down on it. He snapped the front closed and your diaper was hidden by the embarrassing thing.

When he was finished he stepped back, admiring his work. He cooed at you. “Who’s daddy’s precious boy? Aww, don’t you look adorable.”

You glanced across the room at your floor length mirror and felt like crying. You looked like a baby. Not even the diaper cover could hide the thick bulge.