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Daddy took you to the Dodger’s game dressed daringly as his little padded toddler. You wore your favorite light blue cotton baseball-embroidered shortalls over a snug white onesie that held your thickly boosted Pampers tightly against your body. Your puffy diaper bulge showed clearly through your shortalls, and you felt so turned on walking in like that — your true baby self on full display for all the strangers. The thought of everyone seeing your obvious diaper butt made you blush, but it also kept your little cock throbbing inside your Pampers. You love your diapers so much. The way they hug your dick and balls, so soft and warm, made you feel so safe and constantly horny.
Daddy bought you a big yummy hotdog, and led you by the hand to your seats. Already, you had to go poop, and you knew he would never let you use the bathroom. All through the game the pressure in your tummy kept building and building. By the seventh inning, you could barely hold it. You squirmed in your seat, clenching tightly, trying to be a good boy and keep those Pampers clean for as long as possible.
Then the unthinkable happened. The Dodgers hit a grand slam. The whole stadium erupted. Daddy pulled you up with him, cheering excitedly.
That was it. The second you stood, the poop forced its way out of you with no mercy. You were completely helpless against its relentless onslaught. A thick log stretched you open with a loud blort, followed by wave after wave of warm soft mush flooding your Pampers. It squished its way all the way up your butt crack and forward, enveloping your hardening little cock and balls in hot, stinky poop. In that moment you felt so grateful for your big safe diapers — they were right there catching everything, hugging you protectively while you made such a big mess. Your snug clothes pressed it all close up against your most sensitive areas. The thick stinky smell rose up softly under your shortalls and it turned you on even more.
Moments later, everyone was sitting back down. Daddy gently but firmly pulled you down onto his lap despite your shy protests. “Daddy… I don’t wanna sit… it’ll mush everywhere…” you whimpered.
“Shhh, it’s okay, my sweet poopy diaperboy,” he whispered tenderly in your ear, still holding your hand lovingly.
The moment you settled onto his lap, the soft pile of warm poop squelched everywhere inside your Pampers, spreading all over your rock-hard cock and balls up toward your belly button. The overwhelming squishy sensations made you throb in your desecrated dirty diapers, reveling in sensations of absolute euphoria. You loved being in your poopy crinkly pants more than anything in the whole world.
Daddy’s big hand slid over the front of your shortalls as he started feeling you up with a firm sexual grip, rubbing and squeezing your stinky diaper against your pulsing peepee.
“Look how full your Pampers are, baby… all your stinkies covering your hard little cock. Such a helpless little diaperboy making such a big mess for Daddy.”
The bliss was so intense. The odor was inescapable. You didn’t even care if people around you were staring. You loved your diapers even more like this — the stinkier the better. It was all just bringing you closer to your truest self.
Then the jumbotron camera found you. Your flushed face, paci in your mouth, and Daddy’s hand firmly groping your poopy diaper bulge filled the giant screen. Daddy kissed you on the lips passionately as he caressed you through your obviously full Pampers.
Seeing yourself like that pushed you over the edge. Your eyes rolled back, and you moaned loudly as you helplessly came in your thick poopy Pampers. Warm spurts of cum shot hard into the front of your diapers and your whole body trembled in Daddy’s arms. He kept rubbing you with that firm grip through every pulsing spurt.
When you finished, he kissed your forehead and gave your full, poopy, cum-filled diaper a proud little pat.
“Good boy. Let’s go before we get in trouble…”
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