I Love My Daddy By Little Demon Boy Description: A loving father and son family going through a Saturday. The son likes diapers and father knows and accepts this fact. Very minimal sensual situations. When I was about four I still had to wear diapers. Daddy didn't care and that is one reason why I love him so much. My Mommy died when I was 2 so I don't really remember her. I enjoyed wearing diapers and Daddy knew that. Most of the time if we weren't going anywhere he'd let me stay in diapers all day. I acted like a baby or toddler whenever we were alone and Daddy would treat me like one. When it came to being fed I was fed from a bottle in Daddy's lap or I had normal food. I had afternoon naps, a crib, a paci, and my stuffed fox that I took everywhere, public or not. "Hey, son. You wet?", asked Daddy coming into my room. It was morning and I always wet the bed so of course I was wet. "Yes, Daddy." "Okay, let's get you changed." He lifted me up and carried me to the changing table next to my crib. He took off my PJs and put his hand on my diaper. "You sure are, son." "Told, ya'," I giggled. He undid the tapes on the diaper and took it off. I was about to go again because my peepee was bigger then normal. "Uh, oh," said Daddy as he covered me up not wanting to get pissed on. My bladder released itself and went into the diaper. "All done?" asked Daddy a minute later. "I think so." "Okay then, let's get you changed." He lifted up my legs pulling my butt up with them. He threw the diaper away and proceeded to flip me over. He checked my temperature through my butt every day to make sure I was a healthy little boy. He lubed up the thermometer, opened my cheeks, and stuck it in me. I was so used to it I didn't even notice. I just continued playing with Tucker (my stuffed fox). He took it out 4 minutes later, wiped it and my bum off, and looked to see what it said. "99.5." That's what it's supposed to be back there so I was good today. He then put a diaper next to me and flipped me over on to it. I knew it was my job to spread my legs and I did so without asking. He put some powder on his hands and rubbed it in all over my diaper area. When he was done he proceeded to pull the diaper between my legs and taped up the tapes on the side. "Well, we aren't doing anything today, so do you wanna stay in your diaper?" "Yes, Daddy." He grabbed my pacifier from the crib and stuck it in my mouth. "You hungry?" I nodded my head yes. "Okay, I'll go fix you a bottle." He picked me up and carried me to the living room. I had a playpen in there and he laid me in it. There was a little staircase that went up to the couch so I could get out if I wanted to. I just continued playing with Tucker while Daddy put a bottle in the microwave. He came back a few minutes later and sat on the couch. I walked up the mini-stairs and sat in Daddy's lap. He took my pacifier out and threw it back in the playpen. He then put his arm around me and I just relaxed into it. He put the bottle up to my mouth and I started sucking on it. It was cold milk, my favorite next to Coca-Cola, but I only got that once a day because it makes you pee more. I finished the bottle and it popped out of my mouth. He took me back to the playpen and turned the TV on to RugRats. I just sat and watched, sucking on my paci. Halfway through I could feel the pressure in my bum and pretty soon I had soiled myself. When it was over Daddy checked my diaper. He checked my back first and saw what was there, he then went to the front and I was wet, too. "Looks like someone needs a change." I just giggled as Daddy lifted me out of the playpen and back into my room. As he was carrying me I could feel the mush bouncing against me. He laid me on the table and I spread my legs so he could take the diaper off. I giggled again as he undid the tapes. The smell overtook him and he started to act sick like he always does when he changes my poopie diapers. He pulled my butt up with one hand and used the front to wipe most of it off of my rear. He then took some Wet Wipes and cleaned me thoroughly back there. He then proceeded to my front. Some poop had gotten around and my peepee was covered in it. He just took another wipe and cleaned my front. It was feeling really good and my peepee got bigger again. "I think I'm gonna pee soon." "You're not gonna pee, son, you're just happy." I smiled and was starting to feel tired all of a sudden and pretty soon I was sound asleep. I woke up a little while later in my crib with another wet diaper. "Daddy!" I called. "Yes, son?" He opened the door and came into my room. "I see someone is up." I just smiled. "Yup, and wet, too." "Okay, I'll get you changed again." He again took me to the changing table and undid the tapes. When he was done we went back downstairs and Daddy fixed up lunch while I played with Tucker. A few minutes later Daddy called me in for lunch. I climbed up into my booster seat and Daddy laid down a PBJ and a coke. I quickly ate the sandwich and drank the coke. During lunch I had once again pooped my diaper. Daddy checked me after lunch and discovered the little mess I had made. He just lifted me up but instead of taking me to my room this time he pulled out a mat from under the bed and a diaper bag from the other side of the couch. "I did this while you were sleeping. Makes it easier to change you." With that he laid me on my stomach and undid the diaper from the back. After it was off he told me to push my back and hips up. I did kind of like a push-up, except I had my lower half still on the floor. He slipped the diaper across my butt and 'pushed' some of the poop out of my butt and into the front of the diaper. He took the diaper completely off and flipped me over onto another. "Open your legs, son. I need to powder you." I did as I was told and spread my legs wide. Once again Daddy got out the powder and rash cream and applied it to my groin and butt. He pulled the front of the diaper through my legs and did the tapes on the sides of the diaper. "There we go, that better?" "Uh huh, thanks, Daddy." The rest of the day was pretty much uneventful; another diaper change, some TV, and then dinner. Daddy had salmon and I had pizza. When I was done eating I had about half of the pizza on my face so Daddy lifted me up and carried me to the bathroom. He turned on the water in the tub and while it filled up he took off my shirt and undid the tapes on my diaper. He lifted me up and set me in the very warm water. The water was very relaxing and Daddy pulled out some of my bath toys to play with. He then proceeded to wash me from top to bottom, starting with the hair. He took out the baby shampoo and squirted a good amount on my head and rubbed it in. "I'm gonna wash it out now so close your eyes." I did so and felt water being poured over my head. I was about to open my eyes when another cup of water was dumped on me. I opened my eyes and Daddy told me to keep them closed because he was going to wash my face. When they were closed he rubbed his hands on the soap bar and used his hands to get the soap on me. He told me he was going to lay me back in the water so the soap would rinse off. I felt a hand on my back and another right above my tummy, pushing me into the water as the one on my back held me so I didn't fall. When the soap was off he pushed me up using the hand that had held me and got his hands covered in soap again. He then soaped up my arms, hands, back, and front. "Stand up, son. I'm going to do your lower half now." I stood up still with soap on my upper half and lifted one of my feet up so Daddy could wash it. When he was done with that one I put it in the water and lifted up my other foot. He started soaping up my ankles and then went up to my knees before letting me put my foot back in the water. He went from the knees up bathing me. When he reached my little peepee it started to get big again and I giggled because it felt good. "You like that, don't you?" "Uh huh." He then went to my butt and spread my cheeks a little to get in the crack. He started pushing on my hole very lightly and that also felt very good. I sat back in the water when he was done and Daddy poured more water on me and got me rinsed off. I stood up and raised my arms when he was done and Daddy got a towel and wrapped me up in it. He opened up the drain and rubbed me all over getting me dry. He carried me back to my room when I was done and laid me on the changing table. He powdered me and put a diaper on me, then put me in my crib for the night. "Good night, my little angel." "Nite, Daddy." And after Daddy gave me Tucker I fell into a deep and happy slumber, ready for the next day.