Dolly often throws little tantrums when his diaper is fitted and today is no exception, he is made to lay on the princess changing mat and his little peewee is covered in talc, tears stream from his face as the regression intensifies. I peel the sticky diaper tabs back and start fastening them in position, each one sealing Dolly’s fate and shrinking his little peewee even further.
Diapered and crying now Mommy’s torment of Dolly can really begin, I start by fastening each of Dolly’s arms and legs to the bed whilst he throws the biggest of tantrums when I’m doing so! Fully restrained and diapered I announce to Dolly that he is going to be tickled to within an inch of his life, the panic in his face sets in as he squirms on the bed at the thought of what’s to come, I laugh at the sound his diapers make with each little tantrum.
Tickle after tickle each one becoming more unbearable, how far can I push Dolly, time to pacifier-gag him and find out!
