Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
But first, our plan was cuddling and cartoons and then we’d shift gears.
I was just going to have to wait and see how long that would take.
Thirty minutes.
It’d taken thirty minutes to go from happy wiggles to too much milk wiggles.
The rerun of Blues Clues we’d been watching was no longer holding his attention and he was shifting back and forth on the floor, sucking on his binkie for all he was worth. I was wrapped around him, leaning back against the couch and my dick clearly didn’t understand the difference between potty wiggles and fuck-me wiggles.
I was doing my best to ignore his bad behavior and focus on my wiggly boy’s interesting behavior. He wasn’t giving off any signals I could easily decipher but he wasn’t pissed about the bladder issue either.
When we finally solved the mystery and everyone was cheering on the screen, I reached under his arms and ran my fingers along his ribs. Ashton squealed around the binkie but kept it clenched tight in his teeth. “Time to celebrate. Yay.”
It was questionable as far as logical reasons to tickle him went, but he wasn’t in the headspace to complain, so I just went with it. “Yay.”
More happy sounds and tickling from me got belly laughs and wiggles from him, and wrapping my legs around him to pin him against me just made it funnier to him. And like last time, I kept going even when silly wiggles turned to frantic potty ones.
“Silly boy. My laughing boy.” Just a few more seconds pushed him over the edge, and as soon as he tensed, I stopped the tickles and started kissing over his face. “My good boy.”
As he turned to me, Ashton couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to scrunch up his face or ignore it, so I decided for him. “Bath time? You’ve been such a good boy I have bubbles for you.”
Those had been easy toys to get because they’d been right beside the poop candy and the coloring books.
It was nice when companies lined up everything a little needed right in one place.
Expensive but nice.
Ashton’s eyes lit up and he nodded, binkie back to being sucked on and not chewed. “Let’s go.”
He quickly got onto all fours to help me get up since he had me pinned against the couch, but he wiggled his bottom and let out a squeak as he realized how wet his diaper was. However, since keeping him in the headspace he’d found was my goal, I patted his bottom as I stood. “We’ll get you all clean and into a dry diaper. Then you can wiggle and rub more.”
That got a giggle out of him, thankfully, and he poked at the front of the diaper as he sat back on his knees. “Wet might not be good for rubs, though.”
Well, according to some informative blogs and videos I’d found there was some debate about that, but Ashton seemed to prefer a dry diaper for wiggles, so I wasn’t surprised when he nodded. Losing control seemed to be his interest and not the actual wet diaper, so I focused on getting him clean again. “Then rewards?”
That had him scrambling to his feet, shaking his head and sucking harder on the binkie. “Is your patience all gone?”
Enthusiastic nods made me laugh. “Hmm…I’ll think about that.”
Ashton pouted dramatically around the binkie and whined, pressing himself against me and aiming puppy dog eyes in my direction. “Oh…you can’t cheat like that…you look too cute.”
He loved that and his dramatics got even more adorable as he rubbed his cheek against my shoulder.
“You’re using cute whines against me.” And it was definitely working. “Okay. Close your eyes. No peeking.”
Standing straighter, Ashton put his mitt-covered hands over his eyes and did a happy wiggle, only making one soft frustrated sound when he remembered his wet diaper. “That’s my good boy.”
Hurrying into the kitchen, I grabbed the bag I’d hidden and got back to the living room before he’d run out of patience. “Look at you. Good boy.”
Mostly.
There seemed to be an eye peeking out between his fingers, but I’d switched the bags around and all he could see was a plastic one from the grocery store. Still, I was careful and kept it to my side and mostly out of sight as I took his hand. “Okay. You can look now, but you have to be patient until I get you in the tub. Then I’ll show you the first reward I have for you tonight.”
Using his diaper and not worrying about it definitely earned him another and I wasn’t going to let him forget that part.
Good boys got good rewards.
Reinforcing that over and over was the first step in exploring his little side…and we’d move to the second once he admitted he had a little side. For the time being, rewards were at the front of his mind and he made me laugh as he tried to peek around me.