Thomas’s whispered self-assurances were belied when he felt a growing warmth in his crotch as he dribbled into the soft fabric of his diaper. Thomas moaned in quiet defeat as he felt another spurt of pee bounce back from his diaper and wet his pubes slightly. “That wasn’t enough to soak my training pants!”, he whispered in an attempt to solace his besieged ego with a white lie, “She didn’t have to diaper me!”
His thumb snaked its way around the teddy bear’s neck as snuck up to his mouth and rested before his lips. As Thomas closed his eyes, he murmured desperately, “I don’t wanna be a baby!”
Thomas’s thumb wormed its way between his lips as he fell asleep. He instinctively sucked on his thumb a few times for reassurance before drifting into the deep slumber of early youth.
