That was when Steve realized that he was going to have to piss in the diaper. He found the idea repulsive, but he’d slept through the night without getting up to pee once, so he really had to go. As his son stood over him, smirking and laughing, he held it as long as he could before letting go and feeling warmth flooding his crotch and running to his ass. He could feel the diaper bulking up as it absorbed his pee, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. When the flow finally stopped, he quietly said, “Okay. I’m done.”

“Good boy!” Blake said in a cutesy, baby-talk tone. “Let’s see how wet you are.” He placed his hand on the squishy padding and squeezed. “It’s pretty soggy, but I think it’ll hold at least one more wetting. This is a really thick diaper, after all. That’s why I ordered them. In the meantime, you can meet your new nanny, and we’ll talk about how things are going to be from now on.” Then, raising his voice, Blake called outside the room, “Okay, Laurel!”