This was the reality of his being. The effect wasn’t even spoiled by the bulge of the thick diaper under his panties. It only emphasized how helpless and dependent he was. His appearance practically guaranteed that any adult who saw him would be seized with the desire to pick him up to cuddle and fuss over the charming baby girl they saw creeping innocently at their feet. It made me want to throw-up.
Momma nodded in approval at the effect she had created and said, “Okay, Honey. Now it’s your turn.”